Poppy’s POV

“Do you want another glass of wine, Princess?” Eirikur asked, twisting a loose strand of my hair around his finger as he eyed my empty glass. We were already up too late, our legs tangled up in the furs on the bed. He was sitting up, leaning on the headboard while I was resting against his bare chest.

“I think I’m good,” I said, handing him my glass so he could put it on the bedside table. I pressed my cheek against his warm chest, listening ...