Amara’s POV
we will try once more.”he said because he was jealous of the Ronan's invitation
I heard the words, but they did not reach my heart. They twisted in my gut, a foreign substance, choking me. I watched Queen Elena, pale and drawn, walking past me with a child in her womb. Would I be like her one day, withered and hollow-eyed, a shadow of the woman I was, bound to a fate that drained me of life? I did not know if I would survive this, but I gave no answer. I only bowed my head. I had never been taught to refuse, to say no. My mother had taught me that peace was found in yielding. That a woman’s duty was to grant her man what he desired. To bear his heir. To secure his legacy.
“So be it.” Caspian gave a curt nod, as if he had expected nothing less. He stood and left me alone in
