Not until that moment did I realize how vulnerable I was: a woman alone, his wife, practically his property, to do with as he pleased.
He stepped so close I felt his breath like a furnace on my brow. 'If this is how you feel, then you have my leave to return to your beloved Spain and veil your mother's deathbed, Madame Infanta. I'll be there soon enough to claim my throne.'
My throne.
I raised my chin. 'You forget I am Spain's heir. Without me, you will claim nothing.'