Chapter 7

“Goddess, I was so worried! Where were you?” The person who had his head buried in her hair asked frantically.

She pressed her hands on the hard surface of his chest and when she felt the sparks and registered his scent of acacia wood and forest trees, she realized that it was the King.

When they locked their gaze, she saw worry, relief and some anger in his eyes, “Oh, it’s you. Good morning, your… I mean, Xandar.”

He tugged a stray hair behind her ear gently as he asked, “Where did you go this morning, Lucianne?”

“I went for a run in the forest at the back. Why? Did something happen?” She asked.

He pressed their bodies together once more and the sparks intensified. He then buried his head in her neck as he whispered, “I couldn’t hear anyone in your room, and your scent in the corridor was faint. I thought something bad happened to you. Don’t do that to me again, Lucianne, please. I can’t afford to lose you.”

The sincerity in his voice pulled at h