“Well, now you can finally be rid of me,” he said lightly, but his face might as well have been etched from stone. “I’ll talk to my boss on Monday, get the paperwork started for the transition.” Transition. My breath, my heart. Everything stopped. “You’re resigning?” “You don’t need me here. You have the royal guard. I resign, or the palace releases me from my contract. Same ending.”
Im crying literal tears.
