Madison Frost
I was nervous as I entered the Royal Manor. Titus was skipping carefree, holding my hand. Once I had learned the truth, there was no going back. I glanced down at the little boy, who was smiling. I wouldn’t be able to leave him. No matter what happened between Barrett and me. Titus is the most important.
“There they are!” King Maverick’s booming voice ached around me.
“Mav!” Titus exclaimed. Letting go of my hand, he rushed to my grandfather, who scooped him up into his arms.
I smiled, approaching them. Titus was talking so fast, and the king was grinning as he nodded.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” my grandmother said, descending the stairs.
“Good morning,” I smiled.
When I was close enough, my grandfather pulled me into his free arm and kissed my head. “How are you f
