#literare035

she had become attached to the blood ruby, now an obnoxious paperweight she liked to marvel. her company had marked it but said nothing. she knew it had not come from the prince, for he had sent other jewels to soften to blow of the blood feud—for her to admire, and she did. amren had fallen asleep tracing the outline of the baroque gems. and found herself quite fond of the prince as well. even if he had been so conflicted between hating her and wanting her. “ why are you giving me this warning? ” her silver eyes narrowed, searching his own for answers with an intensity he never once balked from.