>>>Titus’ POV<<<
She handled everything so perfectly. She was concise and articulate, and she listened to the problems of the people for hours, handling each one with the utmost care and respect until I insisted she rested. We were shown to a huge lavish room decorated in silver and black, with a huge overstuffed canopy bed, and dark wood furniture. Another room was adjacent, and that was my room, the guards room, so I could be close to her should she need anything.
The maids had cleared Kortecs things out and cleaned until it shined and smelled quite lovely. I closed the door behind us after the attendants had left and she took a big breath, and sighed heavily. “What the f**k am I doing Titus? I don’t want to be Queen. I just want Ace back.” She said as she walked up
