It's been one week since Prince Fynnegan Corden Greenway arrived in Latera to claim his promised bride. Upon discovering the kingdom to whom he is to ally through marriage is mistrusting of his intentions toward their princess, the Gaellen prince has been hard at work restoring their faith in him. However, the one person with whom he wishes to find favor is the only one who seems resistant to his efforts. His betrothed.
Fynn may be entitled to Alana's hand in marriage, but her heart is something he must earn on his own merit if he wants to have the future of which he has always dreamed.
Griff has been left reeling. After a shocking revelation in which he discovers an ability he never knew he had, he and Halyn seek to unravel the truth of his past while they struggle to survive in yet another foreign kingdom. Together they will face seemingly impossible odds while they, once again, attempt to return to Hoken where the fate of the kingdom's future hangs in the balance.
“What do you know about it?” Alo retorted with a huff. “You’ve never had a girl.”
Griff bristled. “Who says I haven’t?”
“I’ve never seen you with one.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ve never had a girl,” Griff countered, watching the dancers hop and clap to the rhythm of the drums beating in the background.
Alo snorted in disbelief. “Sure. I bet you’ve never even kissed a girl.”
“I’ve kissed plenty of girls!” He hadn’t.
“Oh yeah? Name one.”
“That’s none of your business.”
Alo scoffed again. “You’ve never kissed a girl, because you’ve never had a girl.”
“I can get a girl anytime I want,” Griff shot back petulantly. “And kiss them too.”
“Prove it,” Alo snapped, shoving his shoulder.
Griff twisted and pushed him back with more force. “I don’t have to prove myself to you. You’re just upset because you’ve never had a girl and don’t know how to get one.”
“Fine! Then I dare you!” Alo hissed, shoving him off the log with both hands.
Griff shot up to his feet, clenching his fists at his sides as he turned around to face his brother.
Alo smiled devilishly. “I dare you to find a girl here and kiss her.”
Griff scowled at him. “Fine.”
Alo crossed his arms and quirked a brow. “What are you waiting for?”
Griff lurched forward and pushed Alo as hard as he could, sending him toppling backward to fall in a heap behind the log before he turned on his heel and marched toward the fire.
He released a heavy breath as he melded into the dancers around the flames, catching the beat and joining in on the stomps and claps. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Alo scramble back up to the log, perching himself upright to watch his dare unfold.
Griff made his way around the fire, dancing and laughing as the rhythm kicked up. He twisted and turned and clapped and stomped and then, mustering up his nerve, he reached for a girl he’d noticed earlier that day and pulled her into a partner’s dance. Yazzie was her name, he thought. She had been part of the bride’s entourage through the village before the wedding ceremony began and had cast small glances his way throughout the day. Griff locked eyes with Alo and smirked triumphantly, pulling Yazzie around the bonfire.
Alo continued to glare.
When the beat slowed and Griff’s confidence was boosted after Yazzie’s interest was made clear by her flirty smiles and playful attention during their dance, he discreetly shot Alo a pointed look before he tugged her away from the bonfire and behind a large tree for a bit of privacy.
His heart was thundering against his ribs as he pulled her up next to him, the both of them giggling with nerves and excitement due to the attention of the other. Before he could give it another thought, he quickly leaned down, keeping his eyes open so that he could be sure his aim was right, and pressed his lips to hers. Yazzie puckered her lips in a quick return peck before she leaned back, face flushed with embarrassment. Griff gave her a goofy grin as she covered her mouth and giggled into her hand before she darted off back to the party.
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