《When I’m Gone, You Love》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 155 章

Beatrice's POVThe letter read;Beatrice,I don't know how to say these things to your face. Every time I try, what comes out is an order or something cruel I don't mean, and by the time I realize what I've done, you're already gone.So I'm writing it instead, because paper doesn't flinch when I get it wrong.I have loved you since you were seventeen. I didn't know it then. I thought it was duty, a king protecting a girl who'd wandered into danger. But when I wrapped my cloak around your shoulders, something settled inside me that never left. When they brought you to me in that dungeon years later, it woke up, and I didn't know what to do with it.So I did everything wrong.I chained you because I couldn't stand to let you leave. I called you a slave because calling you what you really were meant admitting something I wasn't ready to feel. I grabbed your throat because I was terrified that if I opened my hands, you'd slip through my fingers forever. I hurt you with words I thought wer

I looked at the ring. At his hands holding it, the hands that had chained me and caught blades and wiped tears from my cheeks and cooked wolf-shaped pancakes for a son he hadn't known was his. At the scars on his forearms where he'd cut himself open to buy our freedom. At his face, leaner and older and carrying the particular beauty of a man who had been broken and rebuilt and come out the other side still standing."Yes," I said.He put the ring on my finger. His hands were steady, which surprised me, because mine were shaking. Then he kissed me, soft and slow, and the rose petals were crushed beneath our feet, and my wolf settled against his with a peace so complete it felt like silence after a storm.Elan's birthday fell three weeks later.We held the party in the garden of the estate, under the trees Cedrick had chosen for their morning light, and the tables were covered with food and the chairs were filled with children from the town and their parents, and Elan ran between them a