Queen Elora

ELORA

I stared at the large double doors leading to the training room, frowning down at the floor. The king had written me a letter that while it indeed gave me insight to his true feelings about me still made me feel afraid to see him again.

How could I get over the fact that he had only slept with me because he wanted to rid himself of me?

How could I move on from the thought that I had trusted him to be different from all the males that had only wanted to use my body and degrade me but at the end of the day, he was exactly like them?

I turned, backing the door.

Why had I even come?

My body warmed as I remembered how passionate the kings declaration of love for me was but he hadn’t even said the words I so wished to hear.

I find that I’m absolutely enthralled by the feelings you have managed to evoke in my wounded heart. I am sure that I want to spend the rest of my life wrapped in the beauty that is you.

Even now, the words touched me softly.

He had talked about things I hadn’t no