Chapter 51: King's Breakfast

I couldn’t stop thinking about Hunter. So much so that at one point, I thought I was going to lose my mind. Wherever I looked, I saw him.

In the decoration-filled hallways, I imagined seeing him at the end waiting for me.

In my room, I imagined opening it and he would already be there.

In the dining hall, I imagined him at the table ready to eat with me again.

Each time I didn’t see him, I felt a bit of disappointment, and it was then that I realized that I might just be well and truly screwed.

I think I’m starting to like Hunter Beowulf a little too much than I expected.

I screamed onto my pillow, releasing all my pent up frustrations–some sexual–and just letting it all out in the hopes of it distracting me less.

It was weird. Now that I felt less uncomfortable around the castle, I hadn’t been able to see Hunter either. He was too busy, and I hated that he was, though I understood why.

Nina had also become less stiff around me, which helped when I asked her what was goin