*Lena*
Xander shut my bedroom door behind him, the sound of the party going on downstairs dying down to faint vibration as he snapped the lock shut.
I closed my eyes as I walked forward, chasing the moonlight filtering through the silken curtains letting in the breeze off the balcony.
Maybe I’d been wrong. I’d been looking at this all the wrong way. For so long, being a White Queen meant losing control of my own destiny.
But Xander had been… he’d been right. I’d be queen. I’d have responsibilities, sure. I’d have a duty to my lands, my people, and my family.
But I’d still be me, deep down. Right?
“Do you need help with that?”
I hadn’t realized I was fumbling with the laces on the back of my dress until Xander’s voice filled the room. I felt his fingers against my back, his fingertips grazing my skin as he undid each strap. I felt my bodice loosen, and clasped my breasts to prevent my dress from falling as I turned around to face him.
