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We’ve not talked much since Mom and Dad left. I know Laylah is lost in her thoughts, probably about becoming a princess. I can’t blame her. The entire time I’ve known her, all I’ve done is complain about being the heir. That was stupid, especially after Valerian told me she was my mate. Even if he had lied to me, I shouldn’t have done that.
We ate quietly and are snuggled in bed now. I hate the silence between us. I can’t go to sleep like this.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her.
She furrows her brow, lifting her head to look at me. “For what?”
“That you have to become royal. I know you never wanted that. All I’ve done is talk about how horrible it is. If you want to reject me, go ahead and do it.”
“What the f**k are you going on about?”
“I get it,” I continue. “It’ll hurt
