I shake his hand off, feeling dirty. Only the thought of him being king makes me throw up, but the thought of him as my husband, I prefer death.
"I already have a mate." I say, trying not to show my repulsion.
"Ah yes. The mate that rejected you. The mate that convinced the council to give you and your family a death sentence. I understand, he is your first love. No matter how much he wishes you dead you want to go back to him." He says with a smirk as he raises his glass. He takes a long sip, waiting for me to react. Joke on him, I know how to keep a straight face when someone kicks me in the stomach. Bless Carolina and her minions of evil for my resistance to any type of abuse.
"Yes. My mate." I answer.
"Of course, of course. I think you miss him terribly. I assume since you consider
