Danika picked up the washed clothes and squeezed water out of them, then walked to the horizontal pole and began spreading each item out to dry in the sun. She still couldn’t forget how much the news had hurt. Her heart was torn from her chest, breaking into pieces. She had walked to her bedroom and cried the rest of the day away.
She had always known that her love for him stood no chance at all. He was a king, and she was a slave. He was king Lucien, and she was Danika, the daughter of King Cone. It was a love that was forbidden from all angles, and she knew that there was no hope. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.
Finally, Danika had wiped away her tears. As much as the knowledge hurt, she couldn’t even blame the king for making that decision. She was once royalty, and she understoo
