Melanin's POV
A common maid. That is what I would always be to him, and not even this newfound status of being his wife could change it.
"How dare you speak to Harper in such a manner? Do you know whose daughter she is? And you, just a commoner," he insulted me, and I lowered my head to the floor.
"I won't take such behavior from you. Despite being a queen, you should know all these charades will be over in nine months' time, so respect yourself," he warned and left the room while Lady Harper followed him out.
Tears threatened to fall on my cheek, but I drew them back and sat on the bed. I stared at the decorated room and frowned before climbing onto the bed. I pulled the blanket over my body and forced myself into a deep sleep, hoping all this was still a nightmare.
"Melanin," I hear
