Cillian's POV
The conversation I had with Rosalind was still stuck in my head playing on repeat.
I had been unable to sleep, to stop thinking about her and rethinking all the things I could have said or done to effect a different outcome.
I was wrong, Prince Cillian. When I said seeing you mated would kill me. It won't…I don't like you the way you like me, Prince Cillian.
I refused to believe her words. Not when she had looked at me with those blue eyes filled with pain.
The root of our problems was this damn princess selection so I would get rid of it. I knew there would be repercussions but nothing mattered to me more than Rosalind at this point. I would deal with the rest later.
"Cillian?" Adelyn looked at me questioningly and I returned to myself.
"I can't do this." I faced
