“Good morning, Hope,” he says carefully. “You’re up early.”
I give him a small smile. “I couldn’t sleep much. Too many thoughts.”
He sets the tray down on the table between us. The scent of fresh bread and honey drifts through the room. “Are they… good thoughts?”
“Some,” I lie softly. “Some are just honest.”
He watches me for a long moment. I can feel him searching my face, looking for the resentment he’s used to seeing. I make sure he doesn’t find it.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say, motioning for him to sit. “About what you said yesterday. About being your Luna Queen.”
Camille’s eyes widen slightly, uncertainty flickering there. “You have?”
I nod. “You said you wanted to give me everything. To love me forever.”
“That’s still true,” he says quickly, his tone a mix of desperation and p
