Eleven
Fiona Fallon
For a week and three days, I was happy. The happiest anyone could have ever been. At first, I was confused. Confused that Declan had taken it upon himself to suddenly decide I was his. Without even letting me know what that meant. Because I was “the Help” and he didn’t want people messing with his servant. When, the truth of the matter was, he didn’t want them messing with me because he wanted me to be his.
We’d kissed in front of everyone, and we were going to be together. I loved the Royal family, I loved the palace, I couldn’t picture myself doing anything else beyond being there. That I could do it as a potential Queen had never entered my mind. But for one moment, I entertained the idea that Declan and I could live happily ever after.
