83. Let him go.
Estelle I slumped back down into my chair, fighting the urge to cry as my father left the room. For a moment I wanted to free from it all. I didn’t want to be Queen. I wished Leighton was here, I wanted nothing than to be in his arms. I tried to work out what time it would be with him. Surely the warrior ceremony would be long finished by now. He had promised to call me after, when we spoke after he woke me up during my night. I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to hear his voice right now, to get myself in order so I could sort out another mess. My heart sunk when he didn’t answer. But when my phone rang a moment later I pounced on it. “Leighton.” Not disguising the relief in my voice. “Sorry, er your majesty. It’s alpha Drake.” My heart lurched that his dad was calling.
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