Doubts burn into my mind. I’m used to being in control, to have authority on things but Fiona has a way of making me feel out of my depth, of getting under my skin. "Micah, it's nice to see you today, visiting Mr. Richards with Fiona." Fiona’s father’s caregiver, Miss Thompson, interrupts my thoug
Fiona’s POV I can’t believe I made a fool of myself. My fingers shake as I walk away from Micah, trying to make a hasty retreat. Rowena’s name flashing across the caller ID is the wakeup call I need. What was I thinking? How could I let him get so close to me? A tsunami of self-blaming thoughts
Fiona’s POV The hall where the Queen Mother’s birthday banquet is being held is truly a splendid sight, decorated with golden tapestries and resplendent chandeliers that cast an enchanting ambiance. The banquet tables are draped in delicate silk and gleam with exquisite silverware, setting the sta
Fiona’s POV As Micah's biting words hang in the air, a suffocating tension blankets the grand hall, the splendor of the Queen Mother's birthday banquet fading into a backdrop of suppressed hostility. Queen Alara’s composure, already fragile, teeters on the verge of shattering. "Watch your words, P
As the Queen Mother fusses over us, the King's attention wanders, his eyes scanning the room until they lock onto a newcomer. My heart lurches as I follow his gaze. Rowena's presence is hard to miss, and her ostentatious attire practically screams for attention. Her dress is obnoxiously loud, a gau
Fiona’s POV "I'm doing it as your ex-boyfriend." At his words, I struggle against him, futilely attempting to pull away from his firm grasp, but I might as well be a leaf in a hurricane. He's always been stronger than me, physically and emotionally. My mind spirals back to the last time he did th
A beautiful man stood beside me. His brilliant amber eyes were focused on me as he held an umbrella over my head, shielding me from the relentless downpour. He appeared as confident, and unruly as ever. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone and a strand of wet hair dropped in his eyes. For a
Fiona’s POV Present I come back from the memory as if someone has yanked me out of it. Jeremy still stands near me, uncomfortably close. "--- the right one for you." He's saying something that I haven't heard. Before I can ask him to move back, an odd clicking sound comes from the far corner. I