PRINCE ULYSSES’S POV

It was past midnight when I heard Kloud’s voice as he held me tightly while we cuddled in bed. “Why are you awake?”

“I am too worried about tomorrow,” I responded.

“You mean worried about Princess Rae,” Kloud pointed out. 

“Yes.” I nodded and pressed my nose on his neck, taking in his scent. 

“You have your doubts. I hope that Queen Marama will not sacrifice her daughter tomorrow ...