"Nervous?"

She cocks her right eyebrow at me with a grin on her lips.

"It depends Rolan, are you?"

"No" I answer. She smiles coyly.

"Me neither" she says then she tries to move away but I insist on having her close to my body so I hold her still.

"Does my touch bite Mika?" I growl into her ear to see a familiar blush creep up her neck. I never liked girls who blushed profusely at any action but Davinia's blush is innocent and from the look on her face, she hates the fact that she does blush and that makes me want to tease her more.

"Or it doesn't. I'd love to see how deep your blush can go. I'm glad to be the one to see you in this state" At this she cocks both right and left brow at me and scoffs like she can't believe how innocent she is and how I'm the one who gets to see her blush. I only said that to get under her skin but with the reaction she gave, something tells me what I said is true and I somewhat feel glad for that.

"You must be delusional if you think you're the only one who gets to see me blush. Don't be fooled Mr Dimitri" she snarks. I smirk.

"I am delusional but I'm also your first" Her eyes widen. "Davinia, you and I know you have little to no romance in your life. The only men I can count are the ones you seduce before killing." she frowns, her hands fold my collar slightly. "Oh," I exclaim. "I should probably add the stable keeper. But the only thing that sparkled between you two was nothing but a teenage crush" I say to her face which is now red from either blushing or anger or both.

She grits her teeth. "Don't flatter yourself Mr Dimitri. I wasn't saving myself for any man, I just didn't have time for such nugatory things" she says with annoyance.

"Nevertheless, I'm glad to be your first. You won't be disappointed" my hand on thigh move higher and I hear her take a breath in. I should stop before she decides to poison my liver.

"I don't plan on making you regret marrying me. I can give you the world but there is one thing I cannot give" I say as I gently pull away. She relaxes before her expression returns to the usual calm and collected Davinia.

So beautiful.

"What is it you cannot give?" she asks. The smile from earlier leaves my face and I too return to my passive expression.

"Love."

She smiles dauntingly.

"I'm glad we are on the same page, Rolan" I smile back at her in the same manner before offering my hand for her to take. From the corner of my eye, I see her press her feet down on her heels and sigh before taking my hand. Is she comfortable in those? I ask myself as we begin to walk to the elevator.

Now that we're in the elevator alone with our hands still holding each other, I get to watch her without being weird. Did I say this woman is beautiful? Cause she is. I can't even pinpoint what exactly makes her beauty stand out but she is glowing. I've had my own share of women, met a lot of them and it's sad to say that none of them are like my Katarina or Davinia.

Katarina was different. We met at a charity event. Well, I stalked her at the charity event. I'm a man who loves beautiful things and when I saw Katarina, I knew I had to get a taste of her but I never she'd be the woman I'd marry just like I didn't know she'd capture my heart and shatter it in pieces.

Looking back at Davinia. My blood boils all of a sudden. I hate how she's different, I wish for her to be the same with the rest of the other spoilt princesses.

I hate how I know she's innocent and soft, even though she tries to hide it. I hate how she is not putting up a fight so as not to marry me. I hate how her body is so alluring that I'm rethinking my self control, her body reminds me of how badly I need to get laid. I hate how I'm currently comparing her beauty to Katarina.

Davinia needs no make up to look beautiful and she knows this. Katarina also needs no make up to look beautiful but she puts it on anyway cause she believes it's needed in the daily life of a woman.

But if there is one thing that makes Katarina more beautiful and pure than Davinia is her smile. Katarina's smile puts the sun to shame. Her ability to smile even when in pain is what I admire the most. She was the best thing that happened in my life.

"Are you alright?" I break out of my reverie at the sound of Davinia's soft voice. I look down at her to see her eyebrow itch together and I get mad.

"You've been tightening your hold on my hand. Is everything alright?" She asks again. I immediately let go her hand.

"It's nothing" I say, coldly. Shunning her down. She doesn't push any further and stays silent. I hate that. I wish she'd curse me out for being rude but she doesn't but if there one thing I'm happy about is that, I know she's not reacting because she doesn't care and that makes me relieved.

I'm glad she's well dressed for dinner cause tonight's dinner will be at the garden. Her family will there, along with Nikolai, my brother. Our engagement will be announced officially tonight. I'll be meeting her mother.

The elevator stops and we get out but before she takes a step further. I pull my coat over her shoulder and offer her my hand again. She looks at me with her jade green eyes. "The dinner is at the garden. Our engagement will be announced today"

She takes a while before nodding and then takes my hand. I lead her to the garden. "Things that involve me should have me also deciding before you go ahead with the execution. There won't be a next time" she states, leaving no room for arguments. She sounds like my dad when he's in alpha mode and I like that. I hate that I like that. Katarina was not like this. I should stop comparing the two.

I grin at Davinia. "I asked your assistant to tell you about it. I guess she didn't get the chance to do so. It was a fast decision" I explain as we continue to walk to the garden.

"Sister, she's not just my assistant. She's my sister" she corrects and I nod.

Tonight is going to be interesting. I can just feel it.