(Siena's POV)
The music has ended; the dance comes to an end.
We split apart.
A wave of reporters surges toward us like they’re storming a castle. Flashing lights, eager questions, demands — I brace myself for the inevitable storm.
Before I can move one step, Raiden’s arm snakes around my waist, pulling me close.
The warmth of his body presses against mine. The gesture is a far cry from the frigidness captured in his golden eyes. It’s all for show, of course.
The perfect, devoted King standing by his Queen’s side.
A microphone is shoved in my direction. “Your Majesty, Queen Siena of Silverfang Pack, how does it feel to attend your first banquet as King Raiden’s wife?”
A hundred responses flash through my mind, some bitter, some laced with truth.
Rage-induced. Nauseating.
But
