ELARA
"We can use it, Elara," he pressed, stepping closer and spreading his hands. "For the good of our realm. Can't you see that?"
I hesitated, my brow furrowing. "What do you mean?"
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. His stance was imposing, yet his voice carried a strange softness.
"We can work together. You and me."
"You're married, Gerald."
"That is none of your business," he snapped, his brash tone slicing through the air. "My personal life is not for you to judge. I'm talking about the security of our realm. Because like it or not, Ginger, even if I gave your throne back to you, you wouldn't be safe on your own."
His brutal honesty stung.
"My invasion of your land and taking you captive unleashed something in others,
