GABRIELLA'S POV
I hate being in this room, even when they aren't here. The shimmering gold and ostentatious displays of wealth do nothing to soothe my anger. In fact, it only intensifies my loathing for the woman who previously occupied this space, and for the kings themselves.
It’s almost laughable how delusional they are. Do they truly believe I can simply forgive and forget everything they did and said to me only months ago? That I'm just going to move in here with them, offer them my blood, and play the part of their adoring mate? They are sorely mistaken if they think I’ll let the past go.
They dug their own grave, and now they can lie in it. My mind is made up. I just need to find somewhere safe for Carrick and me to go, and I'll be out of this gilded palace before they even know
