Benjamin's POV:
“Benjamin! Benjamin! Come out!”
My eyes fluttered open as I recognized the voice. The voice that I grown to love. Marjorie's voice.
I flew out of bed and rushed outside. My face went from happy to confused in a second. She wasn't supposed to be there. I had rejected her just a couple of days ago. But now, here she was, holding a large basket and wearing a white dress that clung to small waist and flared at her arms, hiding them from the sun. She looked like a well off peasant than. A beautiful, well off peasant.
“What are you doing here?” I questioned.
Even if Marjorie and I were not together anymore, I could never go back to treating her as a queen. She was just Marjorie, and I did not need to watch the way I spoke with her.
She gave me a grin, showing her even
