Chapter Seven
Brea
Every morning, Brea woke up with a sense of happiness in her chest that didn’t feel quite right. It took her a few moments to remember everything that had happened. She was a prisoner, married to a man she didn’t want… yet, she did. She couldn’t explain it. Her mind fought an attachment to Griff with everything she had, but her heart, her body wanted him, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep battling.
The days were the same, bleeding together in a monotonous haze of breakfasts with Alona after Griff rushed off to Regan’s side, citing royal duties. They hadn’t given her any duties, claiming her only job as the future queen was to relax, read books, learn to sew, and have lots of babies.
Screw that.
She looked over her shoulder as she ran across the brid
