Fifty

Faye pov

Every time I see them together, my blood boils and I cannot help but feel angry, Anger I was told was not good for my baby, my future king but I couldn’t help myself. 

Not when he doesn’t even notice that I was standing by the door, watching him and Gwenn, not even when Gwenn saw me and she couldn’t hide the laughter in her eyes. I had turned to a laughing stock in the palace. 

The one who owns the king’s heart is the winner. I didn’t even have the consolation prize of being the queen, I was nothing but the king’s dirty, unwanted secret. 

The thoughts refused to stop passing through my head. I was nothing to the king even with my child the heir, I was still nothing. 

I screamed in anger as I use my hand to hit the bed in rage. I cannot lose. I won’t. The anger became pain but I refused to listen. I jumped on my feet and started to pace around. No there has to be something which I can do. There was no way that I would lose ev