There it was.
Even with her original betrothal to Prince Nathaniel, there was never a formal proposal. After that, she was kidnapped and abruptly married off against her will to a king she had never met before her wedding day. Now that days and weeks and months had passed by since she had first met Atticus, everything felt surreal.
For a girl that grew up surrounded by the lack of love, Daphne had craved it. Love was something she could only see but never grasp hold of for herself. She had watched it come and go in many forms for the people around her― familial, romantic, platonic.
Yet, Daphne never had it. Even her first friendships were made after arriving at Vramid.
Now that Atticus, her husband, was done on one knee, formally asking her to be his wife, Daphne was at a loss for words.
"We're already married!" she blurted out, not knowing what else to say.
