From Orion Frosthelm
His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Orion of Frosthelm
Capital Province, Frosthelm Prime
Danika,
This Matt you speak of sounds like an absolute degenerate.
What kind of man takes a mate and then fails to satisfy her?
A disgraceful excuse for a male, clearly unworthy of the title of consort.
If you had been mine from the start, you would not know a single day without pleasure. But that is neither here nor there.
What matters is that you accept the bond.
Once you do, Matt—along with every other insignificant figure from your past—will fade from your thoughts. You will not waste another moment on men who did not deserve you. There will be no other men, Danika. Not in memory, not in mind, not in body. There will only be me.
I know how to treat my bride—on the throne and in our bed.
Let us not waste time resisting what is inevitable. You belong to me, as I belong to you. Accept the bond, and I will show you.
Orion Thalos
Crown Prince of Frosthelm
Your Fated Mate