I Won't Give You a Heart Worth Breaking

The kid that appeared before him had no idea how he was trespassing against Gideon, and yet, it made little sense to him. Why would Gerhardt give Maverick the woman that he had already told him he was thinking of taking as a wife. Could he have asked if there were any other heiresses? It wasn?t fair, it wasn't right. It made him want to choke them out. Everything he loved felt like it was burning to ashes. Blue gaze switched towards the sound of the approaching heir and he would fight to retain a growl that burbled in his chest. There was a volatile air about the duke. Something lethal. Something off. Something insane. His nails would click into the dirt and he would face the russet man, raising his head to the stature that a king could only hold, and here, there was a display that was incredibly powerful, something regal and amazing. Something unmatched. He stood like Gerhardt, and yet, he was bigger than his brother, and he was making it known in the stature he took.

?Refuse your marriage. Chrysanthe is mine,? the chords struck out, demanding. need, obsessive. He had to have her .Maverick would not come to the power of such a thing. It was irrefutable that he would simply cast away what he had been commanded. Perhaps his demands were being made in vain, but he would be clear with the man. ?I won?t stop. I don?t care if she is your wife. I?ll make her mine every night to prove it if I have to.. You can?t have her,? His words fell, as if the blame was due to the russet liege. O, but wasn?t it? If Gideon had still been the heir to the throne then chrysanthe would have been given to him making the entire problem at hand unnecessary.

?Besides, doesn?t the future King of Seracia need himself a virgin?? The secret draped out with intent to screw apart the imagery that had been built. He had stolen Chrysanthe?s innocence with sweet words and gentle kisses, and he was not going to let it meander to another. She was his. He had never been more certain of anything.

Speech!