AMARA’S POV

Maybe there was something wrong with me.

Maybe there was something other women had that I didn’t.

Was I… too masculine? Was it because I sat the throne and not a man? That I am even fighting for one in the first place? Is it because I know how to throw a punch? Fight or defend myself?

Could it be because I don’t spend all day obsessing over makeup or gowns or gossip?

The fountain rushed heavily beside me, occasionally spraying my arms with drops of water. The garden ...