Sebastian's POV
I stepped closer to her, my voice steady but my chest tight with everything I had been holding in.
Her cheeks flushed deeply, that familiar warmth spreading across her face. She tried to hold it back, but she never could.
That was one of the things I loved most.
When I reached her, I went down on one knee and brought the rose forward.
“You don’t have to kneel…” she said, her voice soft, still caught in that blush.
“If I could do it before, I could do it again. My queen, please forgive me. I’m sorry for everything. For questioning you and making you feel like I don’t trust you. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I love you so much, and I would do anything to keep you.”
My voice dropped at the end. Not because I planned it. But because I meant it more than I could full
