My son needs a nanny.
My life couldn’t get any worse than it is right now. When Bula died a part of me died with her. No, she wasn’t my fated mate, but she was chosen by the queen and that’s all that mattered to me.
The moment I lay eyes on her my heart hammers in my chest. She’s the opposite of orcs with her long blonde hair, pale complexion, and the most beautiful pale blue eyes I’ve ever seen. For the first time since Bula’s death, hope wells in my heart.
She fights, yet her eyes peer at me with approval. Her heart pounds in sync with mine.
Am I looking at my fated mate?
Is this how it feels? I asked the royal guard to find a nanny for my son and they brought me so much more.