I don’t understand what Lyons wants with Jesse. I barely understand what I want with Jesse, knowing everything I know about him. I think back to our conversation about Prince Charming with a pang of guilt.
“Handsome prince” isn’t really my vibe. And I think you know I’m no princess.
You could be a princess if you wanted. I think you could be anything you wanted.
Thanks, but it’s never been a particular aspiration of mine.
Did I unintentionally break his heart when I told him that?
Does it even matter? If Jesse Crimson of the Calllade Barrel were to ever become king or even prince of Signa, he sure as hell wouldn’t want me for a wife.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he says softly.
What am I thinking? It’s about time for me to stop feeling mind-blown and start figuring out how I fee
