-Cora-
The past few weeks have been a blur. I wouldn’t have agreed to re-doing the entire floor if I’d realized I also had to plan a coronation at the same time. I hate every bit of this.
Joseph sighs, putting his book down. “Did you not hear me? I asked what colors you want. They need to know soon.”
“Quite frankly, I don’t give a f**k,” I finally blurt out. “It’s barely been a year since I knew I’d ever become queen. You’ve known it your whole life. I’m sure you know exactly what you want it to look like.”
Joseph pinches the bridge of his nose and growls in frustration. “I want you to be happy, Mate.”
“I have no desire to be the queen. I never have,” I shrug. “I want to be a good mate to you. I want to be a good mother. Past that, I’d like to do what I can to help the ki
