Chapter 260

The queen looked so devastatingly beautiful—even in her condition—but she wasn’t happy.

She missed King Lucien with an intensity that was so terrifying, it remained indescribable.

As days go by, she misses him so badly that she has to cry herself to sleep in her cold empty bed most of the nights, unless Sally comes with her story parchments. She regrets running away from him that night they had a misunderstanding. She should have stayed and talked more sense into that hard-headed man. She should have tried to hold on to him more. To convince him more. She should have allowed him to touch her when he reached for her.

Two months without his touch was like being in hell without salvation. She had no idea how addicted she had become to his touch until it was no longer there. And now, her people wanted her to marry—to allow the touch of another man.

Revulsion. Repulsive. Just the thought of it. And yet it was about to happen.

“I don't want to be forced