Kaelion
The carriage rolled steadily through the northern mountains, its wheels crunching over gravel as Duke Kaelion Viremont watched the wilderness pass beyond his window. Everything about the journey irritated him. The cold. The forests. The endless silence. Most of all, the reason for it. His father had arranged his marriage to a woman who controlled vast trade lands in the north. It was a political alliance, nothing more. Kaelion was expected to bear an heir and secure the agreement between their territories. How tedious. His fingers brushed the elegant gold-and-white collar around his throat, a symbol worn by unmated omegas to discourage unwanted attention. Across from him, a nervous servant cleared his throat. "They say your future wife is a beastwoman, Your Grace." Kaelion laughed softly. "A beastwoman? What next? Dragons beneath the mountains?" The servant fell silent. Kaelion returned his gaze to the passing trees, utterly unconcerned.Meanwhile a pair of gold eyes watched
About Kaelion
The carriage rolled steadily through the northern mountains, its wheels crunching over gravel as Duke Kaelion Viremont watched the wilderness pass beyond his window. Everything about the journey irritated him. The cold. The forests. The endless silence. Most of all, the reason for it. His father had arranged his marriage to a woman who contr...Read more