There was a knock on the door that freed me from my thoughts. I nodded to my lady in waiting and they opened the door to allow whoever was at my door to enter. I was shocked to see Queen Natasha standing in the doorway smiling at me. I knew she did not like me and wanted me gone. The smile she was wearing seemed innocent, but I could see the cold calculating way she looked at me in her eyes. She has told me on more than one occasion how I was unfit to take her place as queen.
I tried once to voice my concerns to Roman, but he assured me that his mother was just looking out for her only child, and she would soon love me as he does. I didn’t have the heart to tell him he was wrong so I just smiled and kept every further comment to myself. Though I did talk to a female servant a time or two
