Page 87 of The Frost Touched Queen

Levi

I don’t let the lingering stares we get as I give Kat a tour of my castle affect me.

I’m in too good a mood for that.

With Kat hanging on my arm, we peruse my castle so that I may give her a little taste of what life is like here in the east. Kat eats up my words as I explain the traditions of my people, eager to learn all of it.

It feels like we crossed an invisible line last night.

One that had been traced between us, intent on dividing us.

There’s this sense of a new beginning for us, one I’m all too willing to explore.

Still, there is this nagging little voice in my ear that whispers this can all be part of her game. A way to unarm me so that I may lose focus on the end goal.

But I brush it to the side.

My end goal has never been clearer.

I will be crowned King of Aikyam, and Kat will be my wife. Not because her own decree demands it, but because she wants to be. Because this feeling that is kindling between us, if nourished and protected, can be just the thing that ends up saving us both.

“I wish Inessa and Anya came with us. Especially Anya. She would have loved this,” Kat remarks when we reach the highest tower of my castle. The scenic view of Arkøya surrounded by lush green meadows looks like something out of a storybook. Spring rules my land, making the flowers and all its greenery rich in color.

But the sight is lost to me, since I only have eyes for the woman standing beside me.

With my knuckles, I lift her chin and tilt it toward me.

“Is my company so bad that you need chaperones to distract you?”

The sly grin that tugs at her lips grips my heart into a vise.

“That’s not why I wanted them here.”

“No?” I tease, running the pad of my thumb over her chin.

She shakes her head.

“No. It’s only that I know they would have loved to see this view. Feels almost sacrilegious not to share this view. It’s breathtaking.”

Not as breathtaking as you, Kat.

Not nearly enough.

“Although I do prefer it when it’s just the two of us.”

“Do you, now?” I ask, running my thumb over the seam of her lower lip, her tongue peeking out to lick its tip.

I let out a groan, pulling my finger away from her tempting mouth and gripping her waist to slam her against me.

“Do that again, and I’ll fuck you right here where the world can see.”

Her eyes light up at the threat, my insatiable Kat liking that idea very much.

But as much as I would like to accommodate her ravenous desire for jumping on my cock, there is still too much I want to show her. We have the whole month to quench our most twisted desires. We can make do with losing a couple of hours to sightsee.

A month.

The thought throws rocks at my stomach.

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