I can’t wrap my mind around all the implications of being married to this man. Married. To my parents’ killer. Suddenly the food I ate earlier doesn’t seem like it’s content to stay in my stomach. I stop walking and breathe slowly. The king leans in so that he can peer into my eyes. “Are you alright?” I hold up a finger, and he patiently waits. The nausea passes, and I begin walking again. “What was that?” he asks. “It’s my body’s reaction to you.”
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
