“Good night, Demitri… I love you,” I hear her sweet voice whisper as she falls asleep with little Anya in her arms. I feel my cold heart squeeze with emotion and love at the sight of the two of them fast asleep in our bed. I never thought I would have this much joy out of watching my mate mother a child like this, but here we are.
I sigh as I turn my attention towards the journal. I decide the best place to start is at the beginning of the story and see where it takes me.
First entry: My plan to make it into the castle has worked. I am now a member of the household and I will find a way to continue my climb to the top. The only problem is this stupid prince. If I can manage to find a way to get what I want then so be it. I have thought of a million ways to do this, but I have narrowed
