My chest tightened as I watched Mildred’s vomit-yellow dress sweeping out behind her, Darius’s hand resting on the small of her hairy back. His eyes met mine through the crowd and I could see that same ache there, that longing for a different life which I could see no path to. Because even if we did manage to take the throne back from his father, it wouldn’t change this curse I’d put on us. We’d still be Star Crossed, destined to be alone, pining for each other forever.
