I bring my knees closer to me and hug myself, feeling betrayed and jealousy over the king and the woman. I know that the woman is way too good compared to me. She is sexy and tall while I am very petite and fragile.
I heard she said that I could not satisfy the king. Of course, Damon never drink from me and that is kind of a respect that I love about him. I must talk to him later and just not let this misery drown me to death. He claims me to be the queen so I must act like one, shouldn’t I?
“Kayla, are you there?” I wipe my tears when I heard someone calling me at the door.
“Who’s there?” Who might be calling me at this hour? I jump out from my bed and go to the door to look at the person.
I just stare at the guy in front of me ‘Isn’t this Damon’s bodyguard?’ I shook my thought on
