Kinsley
“Kinsley,” Austen whispers as he strokes my cheek. “My darling Queen.”
“Austen,” I say and reach for him.
He clasps my hand, “We will be together soon. I have hope.”
“You are the only one I want,” I say as we kiss. “Austen.”
“Kinsley.”
My dream is interrupted by the slamming of a door. I jolt awake and stare at the culprits as two servants walk in, pushing a food cart.
“Breakfast, Your Majesty,” One of them announces.
I huff loudly and roll over to face away from them. I close my eyes and try to fall back to sleep.
“Your Majesty,” One of them says. “You must eat,” she pleads.
I say nothing and lie there until I fall back to sleep. My dreams feel lost as I look for Austen.
“Austen,” I say out loud as I am woken up. I am met with Heath’s angry face. I roll my eyes and roll
