TYR

I hated that I had to leave. I hated that duty in my kingdom was calling. I’d spent the entire night in her arms, kissing and tasting her as many times as possible, but unfortunately, morning came fast.

Now, we were standing on the balcony overlooking the gate, trying hard to say goodbye. It felt like I was about to leave her for a hundred years. The taste of Zuri was still on my lips when I whispered, “Promise me, Zuri.”

Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me, her cheeks ...