ALARA’S POV
My efforts to forget what Asher said to me were all in vain, and no matter how hard I tried to believe that he couldn’t do anything to hurt me, the harder it was.
Slowly, we returned to the castle, the sound of the music from the hall slowly disappearing from our hearing.
Darius held onto me; he hoped that things were going to change between us, but that was never going to happen. Or so I thought.
“Where are you going?” He asked, stopping me from taking another step.
“To my room, Darius. I need to have some rest.”
“No, Alara. You are meant to sleep in my room. There is no way I am letting you sleep in that room again. Not when you are now my queen.”
“No…” I grunted. I should have known that he was not going to allow it.
“This is not going to happen, Alara. The servan
