I wake up on the floor of my office. My chest is heavy and my head feels like it's going to spin off of my shoulders. I sit up, but stay on the floor trying to sort out what happened and how I got here. The last thing I remember is Prince James trying to blackmail me into being his wife, then struggling to breath before blacking out. I must have had a panic attack.
He said he would alert the royal council of my, what would be viewed as, inappropriate relationship with a betrothed man. I cannot let this get to the council, but I cannot- no, I will not marry Prince James. I absolutely hate him.
He had the audacity to claim that he used to love me. He is truly insane. He never loved me. We did not spend enough time together for such feelings to develop. Besides, I had always made it clear t
