Isabelle was sitting in the middle of a group of men who all looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
They were very handsome men.
Five husbands.
Five!
And then there was Vaughn. Man who was also her betrothed.
He sat just a bit further back. He was apparently too cool to sit in the circle around her on the bed.
Or, probably, too reserved.
She knew his type.
She'd cracked Alexander before, she could lure Vaughn out of his dramatic shell too!
But for the moment-
For the moment.
Wasn't it the most reasonable thing in the world to find her gaze captivated most by the silver haired, violet eyed man sitting in front of her?
The man who had offered her the keys to a kingdom she...
Didn't even know.
She didn't know how she felt about that part of the ceremony.
It made sense, she supposed, from the perspective of being an empress. But she was still focused on Nevremia!
I know there was a whole smut rodeo recently but I couldn't just ENTIRELY skip the honeymoon night.