C67 CHAPTER 67

“Are you ready?” My Master gently touched my hair.

“I don't think I can ever be ready,” I frowned at him. “I'm nervous.”

“Don't be, love. They won't bite. At least not with me by your side. You don't have to worry about them at all.”

“But—”

“You are the mother of their prince. You shouldn't be nervous. If they don't accept you, it's their loss