LARA'S POV
Lara's mom smiled broadly, was pleased with herself, and gave me an option. A decision that delicately balanced my fate.
Adam and nothing, or Graham, the man I loved, and the throne that called to me with promises of status and power.
My mother's stare weighed on me, equal parts challenge and accomplishment. She obviously enjoyed the chance to make me feel small and to make me submit to her wishes. I weighed the possibilities in front of me for a time.
Graham, the man whose love had been my compass during the storm and who was stuck by me through thick and thin.
The throne, a representation of power and accountability that entailed costs but also carried the charm of tradition.
But in contrast, there was Adam, a blank space devoid of anything. I secretly understood tha
