…stood up from his seat.

My eyes grew wide, and a hand flew to my mouth. So he could actually walk!?

“I can walk, but for now, I choose not to reveal it. You are my mate, and I know you despise my father as much as I do. Meet me tomorrow evening in the royal garden, alone,” he stressed the last word.

Before I could say anything, he had already seated himself in the wheelchair, and his assistant began to wheel him away.

“I’ll be waiting for you, sweetie,” I heard him say before he ...