Queen Ashlyn
Trigger warning...
It's been a few weeks since the king moved me into his room. I knew what he was doing, and if I weren't worried about my children, I would have stabbed him with something. Regardless of whether my mates cheated, I don't want another man to touch me. But I don't have a choice. I wouldn't risk Gabby's life. She's here, somewhere. I have yet to lay eyes on her. I've been questioning if he was telling me the truth. Couldn't someone else have taken her, and he just took advantage of the situation?
Wiggling, I tried to move away when Caspian pulled me back against his chest. He insisted we sleep in the same bed.
"Good morning, my queen," he mumbled, kissing my exposed shoulder.
"Good morning, my king. I didn't mean to wake you. I have to use the bathroom."
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