Chapter 35

"Of course I will. You're my mate." He said, reaching to embrace me. With those words, I melted in his arms. "So when do we start?" I mumbled into his shirt. "Tomorrow. I want you to meet the girls first and talk to them, then we can discuss me training you." He said, kissing the top of my head. "Aye-aye captain." I grinned. "I won't go easy on you just because you're my mate." He teased. I slapped him gently on the chest. "Oh, Prince Joan, how will I survive?" I moaned, falling into his arms playfully. He caught me, making sure to be gentle, and propped me upright. Suddenly, his phone pinged with a message. I detached myself from him and failed to suppress a huff of annoyance. He looked at me apologetically before reading the message. "Who is it?" I asked. "General Craft." He said. That was what I liked about Joan. He was honest; he answered me straight every time because he saw it as his ethical duty to do so. Once I hoped for a partner who would be honest with me because he loved me