Elara's pov

I stayed in his arms for only God knows how long before pulling away and looking up at him. He wore a sad expression.

“Oh, Lara…” he said softly, hand coming up to wipe my tears. “I'm so sorry.’

I shook my head. “It's not your fault, it's mine for believing the king was nice and forgetting my place.”

“Don't say that—”

“Why can't I?” I snapped. “Sorry, I'm just-it’s just. I don't know.”

He gave me a small smile. “I understand, ever ...