Enzo stepped out of the forest wearing nothing but a dark cloak draped over his broad shoulders, and Arabella was no different.
She was wrapped carefully in another cloak, sleeping soundly in the king's arms as though the world around her no longer existed.
It did not take a soothsayer to tell anyone present what had happened between the king and Arabella.
Those who had waited for him all night watched in stunned silence as the king emerged from the forest with slow, deliberate steps, his arms wrapped around Arabella possessively as if daring anyone to look at her for too long.
The shock among the people was overwhelming because this was the first time the king had openly mated with a woman. Since becoming king, Enzo had never shown attachment to anyone.
He had bedded women before, of course, but never once had he displayed interest in any of them afterward. To him, they had merely existed for a moment and then disappeared from his life without meaning.
