I sat, fiddling with my fingers after telling Elliot everything. I felt like trash. When I narrated everything that had happened, I kept wondering, how in the world was I blinded by my hate towards Miles. Dad was right. I should have done better than that. I am the Queen now and I had responsibility for my people. I should look beyond my personal feelings and be fair in all circumstances.
"I feel like the worst Queen ever," I whispered, in a shaky voice and buried my face in my hands. My heart was drowning in a deep sea of regret. I didn't dare to look at anyone.
I heard Elliot inhale deeply. I was so immersed in my sorrow that I didn't want to look up.
"No, babe. You are not. You are the best. And honestly, if I were in your shoes, I also would have suspected him at first. I mean, he
