Elena’s POV
I am sick of the spring water and after a glance at King Harvey I see he is fine. I want to ask more about his war scars, but I think that is a very sensitive topic to ask him about war. We are happy right now.
I will not be the one to push him into a bad mindset.
“King Harvey, I know we have three days together, and it is late. Perhaps … could we go to the flower shop nearby? It was my mom’s favorite...” I am too nervous to look him in the eyes, but he lifts my chin to look at him.
“Elena, whatever you want I will grant you.” King Harvey runs his pointer finger down the side of my face, chasing my right cheekbone.
My heart pounds violently at his words and actions. I need to learn to accept his affection, but after a lifetime of being a mother to both my father and siste
