***Flashback***
His smile dropped, followed by his hand, as he stopped playing with my hair. "Are you referring to the matter of becoming my queen?" He asked, his voice tinged with hurt.
How could he tell?!
"Am I right?" he asked.
I nodded, biting my lower lip from quivering as tears welled up in my eyes. I was the one who decided to talk about this. I should be brave. Crying wouldn't help in this situation.
Nevertheless, there was a significant difference between knowing and doing, and the latter always seemed harder.
"Don't," he said in a gentle voice, his warmth touching my skin as his thumb pulled my lower lip free from my teeth, releasing it from its torment. "Don't do that. It'll bleed."
I wished he would get angry so I wouldn't have difficulty saying it. Why did he have to
