Seventy-one:
Queen Tatiana
I stared at my sap of a husband. Once, I would have been tempted by his too handsome face and delicate features. Now, when I looked at him, I saw him for what he was: a snake. There were too many centuries between us. I could not rule by his side any longer. It was the same reason why I refused to have a child with him. He is too cruel, and he would have found a way to use the child against me. It is perhaps why I didn’t mind being seduced by the mild, mannered March boy. How Clark happened.
I was looking for someone soft. Someone to look at me with wonder, instead of hatred. That was all Oberon saw when he looked at me. Jealousy. Betrayal. Hatred. Love was not made for immortality. There was too much history there for it to last. Ev
