Rosalie’s POV

Without my baby nearby, without being able to communicate with anyone, and without being able to do anything, the world seemed to be slowly slipping away from me.

It didn’t matter that I was a queen now, nor did it matter that I had this magical blood that could cure people. I was beginning to feel completely alone and hopeless.

Most of the time, I’d sit in my tent and stare at the wall, and I started to question whether everything that happened was real, or was it all just ...