She crumpled, crying, nose running. She wiped her face on her sleeve. “It’s my father’s choice.” She bent over sobbing, cheeks flushed with shame. She felt so powerless, and yet Lucas was everything to her, if she could only be free of all the expect
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms. “I just hate thinking that all I’ll ever get to be is that boy you once knew.”
“That boy that I always loved,” she amended, and reached up to kiss him.
After a moment, he said, “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”
She pulled him down onto the bed to sit. “I just need to think. About the implications. I was caught by surprise the other day. I wasn’t ready for – it.”
He kissed her again, then said, “This has a time limit, doesn’t it?”
“Lucas…”
“No, it’s true. Someday your father will marry you off. And what’ll I be left with?”
Justine let the memory go, and thought how she was the one who was left with nothing. He’d left her, not the other way around. And this was what she was left with. She had to make a new life somehow. She would’ve wanted the same thing him. So she knocked on the door.
James answered, and they looked at each other for a long time. “Come in,” he said finally.
She entered, silent.
“Drink?”
“Please.”
They sat down, and he regarded her over a cup of wine. “What brings you this way, my Lady?”
“Are you really going to be like that? I’m here, aren’t I?”
“I would just love to know what changed your mind,” James said.
“Exactly. But James, you must understand, I’m not committing to anything with you right now. I mean, you talk about having me as your queen, but I can’t promise you that.” She drank, then said, *I don’t want to be miserable forever.”
“Fair enough. Who wants that?”
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