Chapter 4

I brushed Tristian aside, fed up, and turned to face my future husband. Only then did I realize his face was beet red, totally spaced out, and he didn't even react until I was right in front of him.

I leaned down and asked, "And you? Do you want to marry me?"

He was digging his fingers into his thighs so hard they were almost bruised, but the way he looked at me was pure longing.

"I do," he said, his voice trembling.

"I've had feelings for Valerie for ages. Getting to be your consort would be the sweetest thing…