I was relieved Elijah wasn’t angry, but his face had been somber lately. I didn’t know what was bothering him, though I was afraid it was because of what I’d said a few nights ago.
Yes, those words... I told Elijah that I loved him.
He hadn’t responded that night or said anything, even though we’d had such a wild, unforgettable night together. But now I began to question my own words.
Was it too much?
I knew it wasn’t just Elijah’s influence; it was all me. And now I regretted it. A slave like me loving a king. How foolish!
“Queen Delilah?” Vincent’s voice startled me.
I turned and gave him a smile. “Hi, Vincent. I was just admiring the garden’s beauty,” I said quickly.
“Of course, my queen. If it brings you peace.”
“What is it, Vincent?”
“King Elijah would like to see you in his
