"You feel jealousy if the King looks at someone else. You want his attention solely to you only. You don't want another woman to exist between you and the King. And you hurt to see him hurt. If that is not love, then tell me what those feelings are?"
Oh, my God. I love Damien.
But I cannot. If I let this grow. We will both get hurt.
He pulled his mother's apron to show it to her.
Damien almost stammered. "I can't say, partner. Not now." Those words were ripped from his throat. "Can you spare me that question, Yuki?"
"Alright. But can I have a cuddle, instead?"
"Okay."
"You need anything else, Yuki?"
"Call me 'wife', Damien. I miss it."
"Alright, wife." "And listen, I'm sorry for being so childish."
"You wedding ring, your majesty?"
"No. The wedding ring."
"It is yours, correct?"
"It is not made for me."
"But the King put the ring on your fourth finger. It is yours."
