Margery squinted the fire from the candle not far away from her.
In the past few days, something weird had started to occupy her head. It was something that she never would have thought of tens of years ago. Something that made her wretched. Something that made her doubt everything.
It was the fact that she was supposed to be as powerful as her very own mate.
Margery thought about the past of how the King found her just years after he married Matthew's mother. No. She wanted to change that. The King didn't just find her.
They found each other.
Mates.
Destined to be together.
Fated to be next to each other.
The attraction was instant. She had given him her body on the very first night after they met. He marked her and owned her and she became his.
Or at least she had always thought she is his.
