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Chapters (50)
  1. The Plan Commences
  2. Table of Contents
  3. The Grieving
  4. The Mortal Blow
  5. The New Queen
  6. The Marital Bed
  7. The Trembling
  8. The Reinforcements
  9. The Vision
  10. The Setback
  11. The Incomplete Circle
  12. The Game
  13. The Gale
  14. The Plan
  15. The Splendor
  16. The Breakfast
  17. The Formidables
  18. The Sisterhood
  19. The Allies
  20. The Discipline
  21. The Significance
  22. The Patra
  23. The Doors
  24. The Finnie
  25. The Final Choice
  26. The Worth
  27. The Chalk
  28. The Unicorns
  29. The Dance
  30. The Vows
  31. The Enchantments
  32. The Surprise
  33. The Trick
  34. The Confrontation
  35. The Honesty
  36. The Kiss
  37. The Call
  38. The Decision
  39. The Duo
  40. The Wrongs
  41. The New Advisor
  42. The Welcome
  43. The Pet
  44. The Sacred Horn
  45. The Decryption
  46. The Royal Wedding
  47. The Plan Commences
  48. About the Author
  49. Books by Kristen Ashley
  50. Connect with Kristen Ashley

“In manners such as this, my new wife, your tactics of speaking only when spoken to and keeping to yourself that which you’d rather not be heard do not work. And I’ll hasten to add, it will never work in matters with your husband. Even if there’s discord, we must have it so we can get past it.”

“What you did last night was unconscionable,” I blurted.

His head gave a jerk.

Since it had come out, I had to finish it.

“You used me…you used…used…” I drew in a ragged breath. “You used my response to you, my feelings for you, to…to punish me.”

“Amore,” he whispered, his tone quiet but heavy with remorse, and it must be noted, his eyes were drowning in it.

“You used me against myself to teach me some lesson I could not possibly understand for I have no experience being a wife, I have no experience being a queen, and I’m doing the best I can in rather trying circumstances.”

His gaze moved over my face before he murmured, “I see this was not a sterling decision on my part.”

“No,” I agreed.

And it took not even a second for him to say his next.

“I cannot begin to express how deeply I regret this, my wee monkey,” he whispered, his voice even heavier, indeed, positively dragging with repentance.

I stared up at him.

Did he just…?

Apologize?

And further, he had not called me his monkey in over a week.

I had missed that.

I had not wanted to.

But I had.

“I am new to being a husband as well, Silence,” he reminded me. “Though not new to being a king, that is not who I am to you. I am your husband, that is all I’ll truly be to you and it distresses me I have failed you so appallingly, not only in my actions, but in not understanding the entirety of the burdens you carry.”

“I…erm…”

I trailed off for I knew not what to say.

Mars knew what to say.

“I have mentioned this before, though did it in times most rife, so perhaps you did not take it in. Therefore, I’ll repeat it. You do not have to learn how to be a queen in but hours or days or weeks. Just be you. You are bright, and you are observant. You will find your way.”

I hoped he was right.

But it made my heart glad that he thought this.