Chapter 32

King Rhobart Braveheart stood still as his onyx eyes looked at Ayla with such intensity that it made her question herself why she ever hated him. Despite everything that had happened between them and how she acted and defied him with every breath she took, he came for her when she most needed him.

The King was breathing hard, and it seemed that his entire body was shaking. He started running, eating up the distance that separated him from her. Ayla stood and tried to meet him halfway, but her legs gave in, and she fell to her knees in the snow. She dropped the dagger next to her, and she waited for him to come to her so that she could tell him that even if he got angry and shouted at her, she would call him her king because he had earned that right.

His eyes never left hers; he didn’t even blink, as if he was scared that she would disappear the moment he closed his eyes.

He kneeled in front of her and gently, so gently, he cupped her face. His fingers trembled, and he wi