The Virgin Queen by Alexia Sinclair
I vowed to protect him.
He never asked me to, but I did it anyway. Because I loved him. And that’s what you do for someone you love. You offer your life if you have to. If it means they get the chance to live another day.
I knew the risks. I’d seen the encroaching army. They’d crept closer, piece by piece, aiming for us. Taking us down, one by one.
Even then, I stood my ground. He was my King. And I was his lady.
I would not leave him. Not when he needed me so. Continue reading
Advertisements
Isabelle
thephoneix
Lisa Asanuma