“What do you think of this color, my love? For the centerpieces?” Amelia was showing me yet another f*****g purple flower.
It’s just a damn flower. I don’t f*****g care what shade of purple it is?
These are the two phrases I want to scream at her. But I reel in my anger and smile back at her, “You choose, Amelia. I am really not good at these things. I trust your judgment.”
Fucking fat chance of that. I don’t trust one f*****g hair on her goddamn body.
I still can’t believe I am going through with this. How the f**k could I be marrying this god-awful female, when the Fire and Song Gods gifted me with the most perfect female in existence.
Madelyn.
My sweet Madelyn is who I am giving up.
For my family.
For my kingdom.
For my species.
Ignoring her all these f*****g days have
