I Repeat I'm A Commoner

Zebian was screwed to find any good in her words. It only evaluated his fury. Slamming his fists on either side of her head. He fanned out heavy breaths on her face while fixing his stare on her.

Renai flinched poorly. “A whore like her can never be my woman,” His hand snaked to her neck and he wrapped his fingers around it. A fresh coat of sweat smeared against his fingerpads.

“She can’t be called her grace, for it is only for a woman who I shall choose,” He pulled her close, bent to her level and joined his forehead with hers, inhaling her breaths. Their lips had a fraction of an inch gap.

“Which I had chosen long before when I had sealed her lips with mine beside that tree. I chose her the moment I fell in love with her. I chose her to be my woman, be the queen of my heart and realm and produce me an heir for my throne who would run my legacy,” his hand trailed down her dress only to slip it beneath the fabric. His fingers precisely caressed her joined knees, gliding all the wa