Chapter 35
You're Not My Type.
Elara Winterfell.
The house fell silent after the ruckus Natasha pulled earlier. Sally had withdrawn into her quarters, the massage therapists were gone, and I pulled myself together to watch over my children. They were napping peacefully in their cots as usual.
I sighed and shook my head. I tried putting myself in Natasha's shoes. Even though I didn't understand what was really going on between her and Rowan, I understood that she was going to soon be his wife, and I was a threat to her. But, how could that even be? I just gave birth to two children, my skin sagged in some places, my face was patchy… how could someone like Rowan even look my way? Not only that, but everyone believes that I cheated on Connor and pinned the pregnancy on him… why would Row
