Maxwell
“Is she married?” The words left my lips in a stunned whisper, disbelief coursing through me. Is this a joke or something? Or is this a dream that I am yet to wake up from?
I turned to the older woman, my gaze heavy with the weight of my emotions. As soon as her eyes met mine, she bowed her head low, as though the truth she carried was too shameful to bear.
“Tell me, woman. Is Delilah married?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she replied, her voice trembling. “She is married.”
My chest tightened as her confirmation echoed in my mind. How could this be? A married woman…my mate? The very thought sent a sharp ache through my heart. Was this some cruel twist of fate, or a deliberate test by the goddess herself?
For so many years, I had searched in vain for my destined mate, resigning mysel
