Each night I lay next to him wondering if I should pry open that box of unanswered questions, and every morning I talked myself out of it.
We trained, we studied, we f****d. And every time I felt like addressing the issue of where we went from here I closed up. Shut down. Ignored the troll in the room. He had a point, the king. I’d hated to admit it but the solution to all my problems could be marrying the prince… except, why would he marry me? I wasn’t worth anything to him as just Aeryn, I was only worth something when I sat on the throne beside his brother. Part of me thought that admitting this to him would mean whatever we did have was over. That I was just a pawn in his game, that if he did care for me he would have approached the topic first, asking me to bow out of the competitio
