บททั้งหมดของ I Can't Be Mated to Him: บทที่ 431 - บทที่ 440

FinnI sit on the edge of a thin straw mattress in a tiny room, one of many honeycombing what was once a playhouse. Crooked nails jut from equally thin walls, clearly constructed as quickly as possible when the townsfolk discovered they were going to be hosting their new queen and a not insignifican

Xandra“I approach Tarrin from the southwest”, Vedran says the next day. “With Beta Elian in tow.”I nearly drop my quill. Sanja, the weaver for whom I’m penning a letter to her family still in Tansy Beach, looks at me questioningly. Finn braces around the log he’s hauling a few feet away.“Our frie

But Mother needs me. Otherwise, she would not offer this.“All right,” I say. “Let us face the music.”***“Who is this?” Lord—General Zdenko demands in the tight cellar they apparently hold their most vital meetings in.Lord Denidor peers through the thin gloom left behind by the pair of flickering

And I know. Miralyn, the palace healer, absolutely told her to stay in bed. Right on the timeline Hana suggested, I’d bet. And not only did Xandra ignore that, she didn’t even bother to tell me she was ignoring it.“Take one of these every day.” Hana shakes a small pile of pills onto a clean fabric,

“If you don’t know what you’re saying, I’d rather just leave.” I either need to lie down or walk to clear the remains of the fuzz from my head. The thick smell of herbs in here is pleasanter than the cellar, but fresh air is what I need.“Fine, then you get the shitty version.” He sits up, resting h