The days that followed after Alejandro sent the message to Lucian were tense. The palace was on edge, the air thick with unease as everyone waited for the next move. I stood in the gardens, the golden glow of the sun casting over it. The beauty was lost on me, though. My mind was too busy replaying the events of the past few weeks, the attack on the servant, the brutal interrogation of Lucian’s assassin, and the constant tension with Clarice. It was all too much.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. “I’m not strong enough.”
The thought of leaving had been creeping into my mind more and more lately. Alejandro deserved a queen who could stand by his side, someone who wasn’t constantly second-guessing herself. Someone who wasn’t an omega. Maybe if I left, he could f
