Fyrola
It wasn’t strange to feel some kind of attraction towards Jack. I wasn’t a complete i***t, but I had to stand my ground.
“Why don’t you want to be my queen?” I wished I could wipe the amused look off his face, but that would give him exactly what he needed to take over from me.
“Because I’m already the queen.” I shrugged. My mouth dried out under his intense gaze and if he didn’t bring the champagne, I would probably have emptied the damn glass right now. “I don’t need a male by my side to rule.” I co.cked an eyebrow at him feeling a smile start to form in the corners of my mouth. Why was he being this demanding about it?
“Let me ask you this … Why haven’t you just taken over the castle? Why have you asked me to be your queen?” I picked up the glass and took a quick sniff to ma
