Chapter 437: The Act

Irana She had always been told all her life that she would never have what was hers. In fact, she had suffered a massive injury, simply because of the issue of being "native" to someone. She had been told long ago, "You look like a poisonous little frog, an undesirable piece of nonsense that shouldn’t even be considered for anything—not even breeding," since she had never found anyone who liked her for any reason whatsoever. But the look in his eyes told her differently. It wasn’t just sincerity; it was also desire. She felt it every time she was around him, as though the need he had expressed, the need to claim her, was more than enough to send her mind spiraling. If she had her way, she would have probably grabbed her head and started screaming like a maniac, running from pillar to post. But perhaps none of that needed much explanation. His words and his face had said it all—he meant it. And while she was afraid, perhaps more afraid than she was glad, the thought of it made her he