CHAPTER TWELVE

Xander carried the tray of soup and bread into the dining room. But before he went in, he paused at the door, and added a little seasoning of his own. Adalia wouldn't speak to him, so that meant they couldn't get married. He had tried to be the gentleman and wait it out. His advances had been met with cold rejection and icy words. But this wasn't going to fail him, he was sure of it.

He picked the tray back up and marched into the dining room. "Sire, your snack," he put it in front of Gabrielle and stood beside him as he watched him drink it.

With each sip he took, Xander could feel himself get closer and closer to the throne room. A few more snacks like this and Gabrielle wouldn't be a problem, and Adalia would be too weak to resist him anymore.

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