Queen Ashlyn
As soon as I stepped into the castle, I knew there would be an argument when I smelled Mason. I sighed. I needed a shower and a nap before the boys got home.
"What the hell happened?" Mason exclaimed, rushing toward me. He gripped my chin, causing me to wince and pull away.
"It looks worse than it is, Mason."
"I warned you about getting hurt," he growled as he followed me to my room.
"I'm not a child. I'm a queen helping her people. It happened, and it will heal," I retorted.
Mason slammed his fist against the door before I could open it. "Why the hell can't you listen to me?"
"And why can't you listen to me?" I yelled. "I know what I can handle."
"Do you? And when you don't come home next time, what should I tell the boys?"
I exhaled, "I will always come home. Maybe
