I climbed onto his lap, laying my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around his back. He feels responsible for his parents. I can feel it through the bond... It's definitely not his fault. He isn't responsible for his parents' actions.
"The ceremony is being brought forward... on Saturday if that's ok?" He mumbled into my neck.
I jumped back and gawked at him. "That soon?" I blurted.
I've not prepared to be queen!
I haven't had any training or lessons into what it means to be queen.
Do queens even go through training?
I thought someone would at least talk to me about it. Maybe give me pointers, and hell, let me know what to expect. Instead, they're throwing me in at the deep end.
"Woah..." He chuckled. "You're overthinking this. King Darius said to trust your gut; it will lead yo
