Twelve
Prince Declan
I woke with Fiona’s head buried into my chest. Somewhere in the middle of the night, she clung to me. There were tear stains on her cheeks. I had only cried once, with grandfather. I’d have to keep up appearances going forward for the funeral. Malcolm and Arabella would need me. And I couldn’t let people think that I was weak.
I wanted her to defy me.
I wanted her to tell me no, so that I could make her my future Queen permanently. But she refused, and she let me do whatever I wanted to her. Reminding me that she was a servant, that she would not defy me because she didn’t want me to be her future. It hurt. This was supposed to be the time that I was winning her over. That I was taking her out on dates. Writing her stupid notes in class. Spending lazy days tog
