CHAPTER EIGHTEENNAKED BEFORE HIM

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ELARA’S POV

When we finally stopped in front of the inn, the others stepped down first to speak with the owners of it and I stayed back, watching the small house glowing with candlelight. Women danced inside, skirts flying around them as drums pounded like their hearts had been waiting for a night to celebrate. Perhaps this was their own version of happiness.

A king arriving usually meant fear. But tonight… maybe everything would ...