"Zidane," Queen Isabella said, and I raised my eyes to meet Zidane's. His brows were drawn together, his eyes, however, expressionless, like always.
"Please," I managed to say, my eyes pleading. There was much more behind that, please. Please stay. Please, choose me. Please don't let me be the rebound for the girl you can't have. Please don't be in love with her. Please don't be in love with anyone else.
His jaw tightened, and he slowly removed his hand from my grip. My lips parted, hurt tears filling my eyes as my hand dropped to my aide, and it remained still warm from holding his.
I turned away, my chest slightly heaving, the tears fighting their way.
"You heard it, Your Majesty. My wife comes first."
I turned in time to see her smile fall, her face immediately morphing into a fro
