"All I desire is a husband who can sit pretty on the throne beside and keep his mouth shut while I rule. You don’t fit the criteria, Killian. I am not looking for a warrior," Alia turned away from him, wishing to put so distance between the two of them.
Not allowing her to run away once again, Killian grabbed her hand as gently as he could to keep her still."When the n at court point their swords at your neck princess, you’ll need a warrior by your side instead of a puppet. You won’t be able to get rid of so easily Alia. Not when I have made up my mind to have you."
"I am not sothing for you to simply have Killian," Alia replied even though her words didn’t match what she was feeling. Her heart fluttered for a brief mont at the thought of becoming his woman.
"Aren’t you? The n out there seem to be putting a good price on your future. Beco my wife and I will beco your weapon. I will make sure you have any throne you desire. Why must you continue to fight the truth that you want just as much as I so desperately want you?" Killian stared down into her eyes waiting to see if she was going to deny the obvious attraction they shared.
"I-I can’t. You are my enemy."
"Marry and beco my queen instead," Killian proposed.
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