Seeing my mate torn between learning and trying to be brave was tearing me apart. Knowing I couldn’t always be by her side to hold her hand through the changes she would face was killing me from within. Hearing her soft hiccups as she cried made it even harder to pull away. I wanted to stay, to comfort her, but I knew the dangers that could bring.
Many don’t know that if Lucky’s past were discovered, her record could disqualify her from becoming Queen and reduce her to a Royal Consort—something I could never accept. No one could ever love me the way my Lucky does.
Why she had been forced to do those degrading jobs was simple: fear and manipulation. She didn’t know who I truly was, and neither did those who used her. To them, I was just a homeless man who’d gotten lucky with a woman like
