Rhaegar
She was killing me. I was dying inside. I hated seeing her cry. Nalya was begging me not to do this, but later she would thank me when she was happy away from here.
Nalya was confused, shaking her head and closing her ears. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I chanted in my head.
"You're a kid. A rogue who is not strong enough to lead by my side. The people won't accept a rankless wolf as their princess,"
'What happened to be gentle, asshat,' my wolf spat. I blocked him out. Nalya zoned out after my words. I didn't know what she was thinking. I cupped her face, and she looked at me with an empty gaze.
"I didn't choose to," she repeated, those words f*****g broke me, and I wanted to hug her. I noticed she excessively rubbed her wrists together and breathing heavily. I tried to calm her
