ELENA
A little while later, I heard a soft knock on the door. My father came in. The worry in his eyes was as clear as it had been the night before.
"Good morning, Elena," he said with a slight smile. "I hope you've been able to rest a little."
"Yes, sort of, Dad," I said, looking away. I couldn't tell him what had happened last night. It was both a stain on my honor and embarrassing that I hadn't been able to resist him.
“What’s wrong?”
"Actually, I keep thinking the same thing over and over: What am I doing here? Is marrying this man a mistake? But then I tell myself it's the king's command and I endure it, but I'm not at peace, Dad..."
My father sighed. "I know, my daughter. I'm not at peace either. Unfortunately, Andreas is rushing the wedding; he wants to see us after breakfas
