Rihanna’s POV

I was still smiling ear to ear as I walked Chris back to his carriage. Jaden’s brag on Black Rose’s history was impressive.

Black Hills had celebrated a hundred years when Chris turned eighteen—a year before I did. Black Rose was the true Kingdom among us.

“I won’t be visiting here again, unless I have to,” Chris said, climbing into his carriage.

I flipped my hair back, exposing my face, which I had been hiding behind my hair for a scary ...