“My queen, you must eat.” Flo looked at me with a worried expression. “If you don’t, you’ll get sick.”
I shook my head. “I’m not hungry, Flo. Just take the food back.”
“But, my queen...”
“Please. I don’t want to eat.”
Flo didn’t dare argue. She just nodded and carried the tray out of the room.
When my mind is in turmoil, I lose my appetite. I’d rather stay in my room until my feelings settle. It’s not that I want to be dramatic and get sick.
I know my limits; I’ll eat if I’m hungry.
The door opened again, and when I looked over, Elijah stood in the doorway, carrying a tray. He seemed slightly annoyed as he approached me and set the tray down on the table with a bit of force.
“Refusing to eat?” he asked.
I didn’t answer, instead turning my attention to the window I’d asked to ke
