Never in my life had I imagined hearing the word queen once again especially when it came in regards to my future. After having a near-death experience and the one where it ripped me off my dignity I was content to where I was.
"I—"
"I am the king," he intervened with a set jaw, "and my wife will be the queen."
Wife, he wanted to make me his wife but did he know what I came with now? Even though I did what I could to forget the horrifying night I could still remember the touches on me and I knew that I was ruined for anyone else to have.
"Tristan," I began carefully and looked around to make sure that no one was here, "I hope you remember the night where you found me in the worst of conditions. I understand your intentions but I don't think—"
"Leave my intentions to me." He interrupted me again and showed me his palm for a clear indication for me to stop. If I thought that he was upset earlier than this was much more.
He looked angry.
