I awoke to Clarkson whispering in my ear. It was as if my body just knew to respond to him, and I wasn’t even startled. Instead, I was gently stirred by his voice, and it was the sweetest way to wake up in the world.
“Do you?” I rubbed my eyes and looked at his impish smile.
He nodded. “Shall I tell you?” I giggled in reply, and he bent his head again to my ear. “You are going to be the next queen of Illéa.”
I pulled back to see his face, searching for any hint of this being a joke. But, truly, I’d never seen him calmer.