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My heart feels lighter at his words. “I would like that. Thank you, Prince Stellan.”
“We’re married—it’s just Stellan,” he says, then disappears into the room on the right. I take a few moments longer before heading to the other room.
We’remarried.
I have a husband.
This is so, so, so, so weird.
I take a moment to breathe before changing out of my formal dress. Feeling gross from the long day, I opt to take a quick shower. I rush through it, very aware of the fact that Prince Stellan will be waiting.
No, not Prince Stellan—just Stellan.
Stellan. The dragon prince. And… my husband.
Just thinking about it has my pulse skyrocketing. Unsure of how good dragon shifter hearing is, I force myself to take a deep breath.
Everything is fine. I may be married, but my husband seems like a nice guy. And he seems okay with us trying to become friends before, er, anything else. He is even making sure I have my own accommodations.
I get to live on an island. That is a big bonus. I can go to the beach anytime I want. I don’t have to wake up early tomorrow and go to a stuffy council meeting where they fight over who I’m going to marry. And, it seems there will be significantly less bowing and hero worship. Because the dragons have no idea what I mean to the fae, nor do they care.
Once I’m out of the shower, I use magic to dry myself. I do note the towels in the cabinet—I guess it makes sense that dragons would need them. They don’t have magic like fae do. Their magic is all in their strength and their ability to shift. I think they’re also skilled with fire, but I suppose I’ll learn more about them while I’m here.
As soon as I’m dressed in comfy, but still really cute, pajamas, I head into the sitting area where Prince Stellan, no, just Stellan, is waiting for me.
He’s sitting on the large sectional couch, in front of a fireplace. It’s lit, though there is no heat coming from it. I study it for a moment before realizing that it’s just an illusion. It’s then I also feel the air conditioning blast through the room. I shiver slightly as I make my way toward Stellan. I wonder for a moment where I should sit, but it would be silly for us to talk from far away. Instead, I square my shoulders and take the seat directly next to him. Still, I leave plenty of space. I may be brave, but he’s still astranger.
Stellan’s hair is wet from his shower, which confirms my suspicion about dragon shifters not having magic. His hair looks slightly darker when it’s wet. His eyes look blue in the darkened lights—I wish his eyes would give away his mood, though I suppose I’ll learn to read him eventually. Right now, his face is neutral, giving away nothing.
“I heard your shower, so I thought I would get one too.” He tilts his head to the side. “But your hair isn’t wet.”
“Magic.” I flick my fingers toward him, using my magic to dry his hair.
His eyes widen as the purple particles of my magic race toward him, but they’re gone before he even gets a chance to react. His hair is now completely dry.
“I didn’t realize fae had magic like that.” His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “I get the feeling I don’t know a lot about fae magic. I thought it was all to do with emotions.”
I pull my feet up from the floor and sit criss cross on the couch. I angle my body toward his. “That’s dark fae—they can manipulate and feel emotions. I can’t feel anybody’s emotions, not unless it’s extreme. I can’t feel anger, but I can feel if somebody is irate. I can’t feel happiness, but if somebody is exuberant I could.”
He nods slowly. “Okay, so what else can you do? I don’t imagine your only power is the ability to dry yourself.”
I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips. “It depends on the fae, but I have pretty strong magic. And don’t worry, manipulating emotions is strictly a dark fae thing.”
Pretty strong magic… yep, we’ll go with that. I don’t want to freak him out on our wedding night.
He lets out a long breath, his shoulders slumping forward slightly.
Was he really worried I was messing with his emotions? Does he not trust me? My chest aches at the thought of him distrusting me, but I remind myself that we’re strangers. Of course he doesn’t trust me.
And the wedding vows won’t mean as much to him as a dragon shifter.
“The only thing that fae have in common with dark fae is our shifting eye colors. I’ve heard theirs change colors with their emotions too, though not as vividly as ours. Andeven if I could, I vow I would never manipulate your emotions.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, scared to meet Stellan’s gaze.
Well, we’re having a stellar start to our marriage. He already hates me.
“What is with the vowing thing?” Stellan asks. “I heard your brother make a vow earlier too. Is it a fae thing?”
“You know that fae can’t lie, right?” I ask.
