(Sienna’s POV)
Charlotte lunges into Arthur’s arms, burying her head in his shoulder. “Oh, Arthur, I was so scared. I wanted you so badly to show up in time to rescue me!”
His arms seem to instinctively wrap around her, protectively, I muse. Lovingly.
Goddess, this is not supposed to bother me! First of all, this poor young woman has been through absolute hell. I have no right to be jealous, even if Arthur were mine…in the sense we have presented to everyone around us.
But he’s not mine. And I shouldn’t feel this way. Goddess, I’m jealous. I…I need to get out of here. I will not be jealous, I tell myself over and over.
I try to stand to leave, but my knees buckle. Arthur does not look up from Charlotte but reaches back out, takes my hand, and guides me back to my chair.
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