He groaned as his muscles protested the movement and his ass ached deliciously. Remembering his time with Nevin earlier, Elian smiled. Memories of Nevin’s revelation came flooding back into his mind and he grimaced. How in the world were they going to handle informing the population that one of their kings was a Zevinxian? Would Gaige’s news cause a riot? A revolt in the streets? What about their own marriage? How were Nevin and Corbin handling the news of Gaige’s heritage?Knowing that lying in bed thinking about those questions would not give him the answers he needed, Elian pushed back the covers and climbed out of bed. Padding over to his dressing room, Elian opened the door and stepped inside. He hadn’t really taken the chance to look things over like he wanted to since moving to the palace. Elian allowed his eyes to move over the fabric hanging from rods within the room, taking in the gorgeous reds, blues, greens, and purples that lay within. He trailed his fingers over the silk, satin, velvet, and linen sleeves with a small smile on his face.
What do You think about (The Marriage Groups)Elian?
