(Sienna’s POV)
My eyes widen, thoughts spiral, heart races, and blood boils all at once within a heartbeat of Charlotte’s declaration that she loves Arthur. I swear, for a split second, she glances at me with a smirk.
I refuse to play games. What am I supposed to say to this? How am I supposed to respond?
Should I say anything at all? Does standing here in silence appear as weakness…to this woman I don’t even know, to the Royal family, or to Arthur?
Why do I care what any of them think? Why does waiting for Arthur’s next move leave an ache in my chest and a longing in my bones?
I shake my head and push all the thoughts away. This is contractual. We made a deal. He’s a businessman first, and we have that in common. All this extra drama will just have to wait…for three years.
I bit
