Hazel’s POV
Dimitri stared at me like I’d just suggested we jump off the palace roof for fun.
His eyes went wide, mouth slightly open, like he was replaying my words in his head to make sure he’d heard right.
“What did you just say?”
I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders, still sitting on the cold floor, legs shaky from whatever nightmare shift I’d just survived.
“I just asked you if it’s possible to divorce the king.”
He blinked again—slow, like he needed extra seconds to process the words.
Then he shook his head, slow and final.
“Unfortunately, Hazel… your marriage with the king is not one you can easily end.”
My stomach dropped.
He kept going, voice low, careful, like he was explaining something fragile that might break if he spoke too loud.
“It’s the late king’s l
