Odessa's POV
“Tired?” Odessa chuckled watching Tristan slowly dragging his feet across the floor sluggishly.
“How does she do it?” Tristan groaned flopping down on their couch.
“How does who do it?” Odessa tilted her head pretending to not know who he was talking about.
“Lilith.” Tristan sighed kicking his shoes off. “How does she deal with all these people? The demands, pressures and stupid people.”
“That’s what being a ruler is all about.” Odessa plopped down beside him. “It can’t be that bad. Odessa does it every day.”
“Yeah, well she makes it look a lot easier than it is.” Tristan pouted.
“Or you’re just a big baby.” Odessa countered.
“I am not!” Tristan exclaimed. “I am just not cut out to be a ruler.”
“Don’t feel bad babe.” Odessa wrapper her arm around him leaning he
