I will never be his only choice

“Your Grace—” I tried to protest. My breath ragged while I felt his warm hands smoothening my round, thick thighs. I am not sure if it was appropriate to do it in this kind of place, “I am afraid someone might see us here.”

I felt as if I was burning alive with how intense his glare was. I missed him. I won’t get tired of screaming it inside my head. My tears fell from my eyes. I saw how the expression on his face softened. He reached for my face and felt his fingers wiping my tears, tracing them down my face, and then kissed my lips so gently it almost felt feathery.

“Shh…” he hushed me and then embraced me tight, “I know you are confused about what is going on, Eodelle. I am trying to fix things on my own. I never want you to get involved in it. I would never put you in more danger.”

“You are the Emperor, Aster. There is no one more powerful than you are…” I whispered to him, my eyes filled with perturbation, scared for his safety. I can feel the level of danger in the way he said