Lady Karina took a moment to study his face, acquainting herself with the human side of Orpheus Van Merikh that she never knew was possible.
Up until now, she never knew that emotions existed for the man—pure, genuine feelings that she believed were lost on him.
He had always been known as the Black Frost Demon and the most feared warlord across the continent.
But now? She saw the vulnerability, the gentle qualities that all men possessed, which he kept deeply bottled up.
It was an extraordinary show of unbridled weakness and she knew it.
"Aye, return my father and allow his all knights to be given proper burials," she whispered, reaching up to card her fingers through his unruly hair. "And you must seek my father's permission for my hand."
Orpheus' gaze darkened. "Your father will never grant it."
