Chapter 7. The Warrior King

A random person ~ That was what he was to Amber, but the moment she had looked at him, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. Even though his face was decorated with burn marks, cuts, and scrapes—probably from the snow during his journey—he still looked delectable enough. The left side of his face was still mottled black and blue, and his lower lip looked a little swollen. When Amber had seen him for the first time, lying unconscious on the ground, she literally felt something about him calling to her very being. Like there was someone trapped in his body, trying desperately to get free, trying to reach her. And before she knew what she was doing, Amber told the guards to put him in her home.

In her own home... It was the first time a male had laid in her bed. It’s not like she hadn’t bedded anyone in her awfully long life; it’s just that Amber hadn’t allowed a single male with whom she had sexual relations into her home. And not a single male in her bed.

This Warrior King