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That was what he had said.

And it will...always...only...be...you.

That was what he had promised, and she had believed him, not knowing that she was never his Ammon inside him that demanded Lysander to stay true to their bond. He had been lying to her all this time, and oh God, oh God, but she hadn't even known. Had been so stupidly in love that she hadn't realized she wasn't his choice and that she wasn't giving him a choice. She had been forcing herself on him like a stupid, pathetic fool—-

I love you.

She had even dared say such words every time they made love, and oh God, he had been forced to listen to her, even forced to say—-

It is the same for me, my Star.

But that was a lie. Everything was a lie. He had NO CHOICE but to lie. Because he had NEVER CHOSEN her.

Never.

And it was then that everything became too much, and she could no longer stay silent, could only start weeping controllably as shame ripped her part.Oh God. Oh God. Her body shook at each sob that heaved out of her.Oh God. How can I ever face him now?

The sound of the princess' sobs was heartwrenching, and the Fae guards standing outside her door found themselves gritting their teeth as they felt their own eyes burn. All of a sudden, they started remembering how it was Estrella who had been their symbol of hope in the past two years they had struggled to maintain their race's independence and pride. She had fought for them, defended them, even risked her own life to save ordinary Faes. So what the hell were they doing, treating her like some prisoner?

Chapter Twenty-Two

DON'T DO IT. DON'Teven think of it. Just leave.

It was the right thing to do, the only way to show his wife that he wouldn't stand for her interference.

So stop thinking about her, dammit.

And yet, he found this impossible to do. He kept seeing her face in his mind, and she wasn't...she goddamn wasn't shining the way he always thought of her. He would be talking to his generals, and he would still see her. He would be going through the final checks of their mission, and her face still wouldn't his mind. And not once, in all the minutes she lingered in his thoughts, not fucking once did she shine.

Even when he had walked back to the house just to have a moment alone, one moment to close his eyes andtryto imagine her shining—-

It just wouldn't fucking come.

Almost as if a part of his soul had sensed all the light going out of her.

The thought was terrifying, and he was suddenly moving, bounding up the steps as his heart beat madly against his chest. When he reached the tower room, the guards posted outside the doors had a stoic look on their faces.