After our training, Sam and I walked back to the third prince's quarters. On the way, I glanced at him, who was walking right beside me.
"Husband," I called, and he raised a brow before casting me a look. "How long do I have to observe? I understand you must have a reason, but can you tell me what it is?"
"Even if I tell you, it will only confuse you, my wife."
I frowned and let out a shallow breath, shifting my eyes ahead. "Is that so?"
Sam's gaze lingered on me for a while before setting them forward. We walked through the hallway in silence until he cleared his throat and broke the ice.
"Don't be impatient, wife. I have a lot of things to teach you, but you need to have dominant control of your thoughts."
His voice was low, catching my attention. My brows furrowed as I unconsciously snuck a quick look at him.
