BLUE...

ELODIE'S POV

By the time the royal stylist was done, I exuded beauty, perfection, and confidence. Exactly what I needed to meet my family. I needed to show them that the Elodie they all knew was dead!

I stepped out of my chamber only to find His Majesty already waiting for me.

"Let's go," he held my hand and led me to the Limousine waiting for us outside. He opened the door for me, and I entered.

"Don't you think you're forgetting something, My Queen?" he demanded the moment he entered from the other side. I gaped at him in pure confusion.

He leaned close and whispered in my ear, "You still haven't decided what to call me... Blue." His eyes traveled down to my lips before looking into my eyes.

"Blue? Seriously?" I scoffed.

"Yes. That's my nickname for you. Your breathtaking eyes and hair..." He ran his finger through my hair, tucking some strands behind my ear. "Blue," he called in a low, rasped tone, and my heart thumped.

"Why are you calling me in that tone? You're creeping m