Lily
“Stop shouting at him!” I yell back at the i***t who is now blocking our way.
“You are my betrothed,” he declares with his entitled attitude.
“I said I would rather die than be that!” I grit my teeth. My head is aching, but like hell am I going to tolerate this man.
“Let them go, Alfred,” the king intervenes.
“Father!”
“We need to get back home and discuss this. Fighting here is not helping the situation,” the king says and signals to the reporters peeping through the windows.
The ride back to the castle is quiet and daunting. Vince is keeping me in his arms but seems lost in his own world. I need him here so we can discuss a way forward.
“Vince.”
He looks away, avoiding my eyes.
“Vince, you did nothing wrong. We need to talk.”
I get the feeling that he feels guilty ab
