"Get out."

Dracon gave a smirk, but did not budge. He crossed to the plate of food, took another potato, and popped it into his mouth. "Don't I get a goodnight kiss? After all, I am your fiancé."

"The hell you are," Briana replied, her eyes flaring. "Do not come near me."

Dracon laughed menacingly and then turned his attention back to the plate of food. "Briana, you really must watch your temper. It is quite unbecoming of a princess, and soon to be queen." ...