Chapter 110 A Life

• The carriage sways gently as we leave the palace behind. My hand never leaves the Queen’s elbow as I guide her inside and help her to her seat. She doesn’t need the assistance—her bearing is as regal as ever—but something in me refuses to let go. Whether out of respect, instinct, or the gnawing fear that my uncle truly draws his dark magic from her necklace, I cling to her as though my grip alone could shield her life.
• For the sake of my mate, they cannot be torn from each other so soon.
• When we arrive, a small house sits tucked among wildflowers, their colors glowing even in the pale moonlight. I stare at it longer than I should, the simplicity of it pulling at me.