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“Am I allowed at this cottage?” he jokes.

“Of course you are silly.” I playfully shove him. “Who else is going to build it?”

“Build it? You think I know how to build shit? Let alone a whole cottage?”

“Um… yes? Is that not in your wheelhouse?”

“Oh, actually you’re right. All naga men take a class on building homes when they reach age seventeen.”

“Wait, really?”

“No! Absolutely not. But I could easily have one built for us if all goes well in Nagaland.”

“Do you think it will?”

“I don’t know… I’d like to hope so, but I’m afraid the hatred some people have runs very deep. Some of them will go to any lengths to get what they want.”

“Like King Kriseri?”

“Yes, exactly like him.”

“How bad is he?”

He bites his lip, turning to look at me.

“He’s awful. More specifically, he’s a disgusting beast. And ruthless. Unfortunately, he has many supporters, and they would do just about anything for him.”

“How do you think he ended up this way?”

“It’s hard to say, but naga hatred towards humans is a long-standing tradition. It has been this way for a very long time, Maya. Even here in the castle, it used to be much worse. Things only really started taking a turn for the better when the Prince mated with Aurora. Of course, at the time, I was very much against it. I’m ashamed of the way I acted, the things I said. The hatred I spread.”

I wrap my arms around him and pull him close.

“You can’t keep beating yourself up for that. Any of it. You’ve changed, and you did the right thing. That’s what matters. You deserve forgiveness, Selliss. Please believe that.”

He continues staring at the ground.

“Look at me,” I say, waiting until he does to continue. “I love you, Selliss. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Doesn’t that tell you that you’re a good man?”

He stares at me, thinking for a moment before nodding.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t waste our time moping together.”

I pull him in for a kiss, savoring his taste.

“I love you so much, master,” I murmur against his lips.

“I love you too, my beautiful girl. But you know, you don’t have to call me master anymore,” he says, looking at me with the utmost seriousness.

I smile, my cheeks heating up.

“I know… but can I?”

“You want to?”

“I do, very much so. It makes me feel special.” I smile shyly at him.

“Well then I would be honored if you kept calling me that,” he says before planting another kiss on my lips.

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