"Don’t cry again..."

“Laylin,” The King sighed out, clicking his tongue, looking down at her peaceful face. He swept his fingers tenderly through her silky rustic strands before he rubbed his chin in deep thought.

She had been without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but then again, beauty was in the eyes of the beholder, and to him, she was the semblance of perfection.

Her unmarred, exquisitely tanned skin, in contrast to his bronze-scarred body, was ethereal. When he heard a woman had survived his beast, he had all the intentions to keep her but when he realized she was marked, things changed.

“Little fool.” He whispered, trailing his finger on her delicate skin.

He would have given her a position in court and let her stay in luxury without making her the center of his world. The next day he would have taken in another bride from nobles and the public would be placated.

But things changed with her status, she was a princess from a nation of humans. If he had appointed a Queen after