Chapter 43 Playing The Wife
- [XENA]
- I sigh, slow and dreamlike, and try to calm the frantic beat of my heart at the thought of him wanting me there today.
- He’s a prince, I remind myself firmly. He’s polite. Grateful. That’s all this is. Of course he knows how to speak to women—he was raised to charm, to disarm, to make people feel seen without meaning anything by it. He doesn’t care. And even if he did, what would it matter?