*Jameson POV*
I stayed with Grace until she was asleep, and then made my way down to the kitchen to find something to eat. I was so thankful we were home, but with everything that has happened, it has messed with me mentally. I don't know how to talk to anyone about it without sounding like a weakling.
I am now King of the Fae, and a king isn't supposed to show weakness. At least that's how it is in fairytales. The truth is, I have zero idea of what a king really looks like. The only real life examples that I know are Damian and Maddix, and neither of them ever show weakness.
I was in the process of making myself a roast beef sandwich when someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned around to see who it was, and standing there was the witch who helped Roman and Grace. Luke's mate.
