Chapter 104
Mack sat at the small desk in his chamber, the tip of his quill scratching against the parchment as he poured his thoughts onto the page. His brow was furrowed, his usually steady hands tense. He read over the words once more, lips moving soundlessly.
Azalea,
I know I have no right to write to you, not after everything that has happened between us. But I cannot hold this in any longer. Please, meet me at the western gardens tomorrow at dusk. There are things I must say to you—things I should have said a long time ago. I know you are married now, but I cannot erase the way I feel. You deserve to hear the truth from me.
Mack sighed deeply, his heart hammering in his chest. He sealed the letter and called for a maid.
“Deliver this to Queen Azalea,” he instructed, his tone sof
