Claimed

Rosalind's POV

Turns out I was worried about nothing because almost after his question, Killian dropped his lips to my neck and kissed it leaving me shivering in his arms.

He was only staking a claim on me. He didn't know about the magic.

I looked at River who nodded imperceptibly, amusement in his eyes.

I cleared my throat. "Meet my fiance Prince Killian."

River outstretched his hand respectfully.

"Hi I'm–"

Killian interrupted him, barely looking at the hand he stretched out to him as he looked him over like he would a curiosity.

"You are a witch rebel who held her captive. I know your type. Stop trying to cozy up to Rosalind."

River took back his hand, his pleasant air still about him as though he wasn't talking to his enemy of sorts. "I am sorry for the misunderstanding."

Then he shifted his gaze to me, something soaring in his eyes.

"It was good seeing you again."

"Same here."

When he left I was, I'm still thinking if what he told me or rather had been unable to tell me due