She still sees me in here. Underneath it all. It will be the same for her, I realize. No matter where this takes us—if she’s our queen, the mother of our children, producing heirs for an entire kingdom… She will always be Ivy to me. The girl spinning circles in the rain and wishing on stars. Twined around my heart. Part of me. Is it the same for her? If it is, I never want her to lose that version of me. I want her to keep him. Me. Forever.
