releasing an angry screech, I stomp up to the car as my driver opens the door.
“What can I do for you Madam India?” the ancient man asks.
“You can shut the door, shut up, drive, and leave me alone,” I snapped.
What the hell just happened? I know I’m not Roman’s favorite person, but I thought we’d been finding a rhythm. After Daddy told his father about the king’s plans, I thought things would get better.
I thought he’d be excited about being a King. Not just some commander and hockey player. He was always meant for so much more.
And I will be his queen.
I can’t help the sinister smile that overtakes my face. I’m going to be a queen. A QUEEN. A f*****g queen. And then, the rest of our plans can finally take shape.
If I could just find a way to help him get over his little commoner ma
