“You may be my wife, Willow, but don’t think for even a minute that you have any control over my actions or my life. Your job is to dress up and be presentable. There’s nothing more I want from you.” My tone is ruthless, and I can hear her rapid breathing on the other end. A vein in my forehead throbs.
“Serena came by today.”
“Why is the leader of the white witches’ coven coming to the royal palace? I explicitly made it clear that she is not to enter the palace grounds if I’m not there!”
“She’s my friend, Darian! You can’t tell me who I can and cannot see—”
“Yes, I can. You may be my queen, but you are still my subject. And if you cannot curb your extreme behavior, don’t think I won’t put you under house arrest. You are crossing lines, Willow.”
“She’s worried about us!” Willow cries o
