Yvonne
It takes a second for my brain to realize what Nate said, “Qu-qu-queen?!” I stand up and shake my head. “No, I’m no queen.”’ I back away from him and turn around.
“Ar-Yvonne,” Nate gently touches my arm, and the tingles make my legs weak.
I turn to him, “I can’t be Queen. I don’t know how to be a queen. I’m just a baker.”
A soft smile spreads on his handsome face as he touches my cheek, “You are a Queen. I can sense it. I can sense the power within you. And we will teach you.”
I blink at him, “Does that mean I have to leave my home?” I look around.
Nate frowns. “Yes. We need you, Yvonne. The kingdom needs you,” he emphasizes. "Your brother has no heirs. His mate and child died in childbirth, and then he got sick. If I hadn’t found you, then the kingdom would fall into chaos.
