Mated To The Wrong Royal

"You don't believe me?" he says in a whisper, caressing her chin, softly with his strong Veiny hands."Don't you feel the tingles when our eyes meet? The connection, the sparkles? The look in your eyes says it all mate. You are mine"

Amaya, at this point, finds it difficult to breathe. She swallows hard, still not able to move or speak. It is almost like he pinned her down with his stares. All she can do is pray that this handsome young man in front of her stops his torture.