“Did he touch you here?” When he speaks, his voice is more beast than man. His eyes point to my wrist, where his thumb is running slow, dangerous circles. With a start, I realise he doesn’t believe me. He is going to blame me. He is going to hurt me with his words like everyone else. He thinks I ha

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Micah's words echo in my mind, "Keep your head up cause you have nothing to be ashamed of." I whisper those words over and over to myself until they become my mantra. I can't let them see any weakness, not now. With that thought, I gather my confid

When I am with him, the world's harshness softens, and I only have to be myself - nothing more, nothing else. Which is why, now, the idea of leaving him feels like someone is sawing my very soul in two. Lately, Micah has been so good to me, that it almost feels surreal. It has become a struggle fo

"Your scruffy cheeks are tickling me, husband," she teases, her voice a melodic symphony that I've missed more than I realized. A mischievous smile spreads across my face. "Oh, it tickles, does it?" I say, my fingers dancing along her sides. Her eyes narrow playfully, and before she can react, I b

"However," Queen Alara adds with a touch of bitterness, "now, despite being his chosen Queen, I am aware that he doesn't hold me in the highest regard. His delay in moving me into The Royal Palace of Hearts, even after I ascended to the position of Queen, speaks volumes. It is a manifestation of his