ELARA’S POV
“What is she doing here?” Marcus asked as soon as we entered the room.
“She’s the Queen. It’s her place to know what is happening in the kingdom,” Theron responded, pulling out my chair.
“I think it’s nice to have a fresh face,” Lydia said, a small smile on her lips.
I smiled back, hoping that my nervousness wasn’t showing. What was I doing here? I shouldn’t be here. I should be holed up in bed, pretending the world doesn’t exist. Maybe Chelsea could show me some new card games I haven’t heard of yet. But I shouldn’t sit before the council with Theron’s hand on my thigh.
There were nervous glances between the council members as they all waited for Theron to speak. To start the supposedly critical discussion, they needed to call it during what some might call our honeymoon
