Twisted-Games

cheek. I wiped it away angrily.
I had no reason to cry. I’d changed bodyguards plenty of times before,
and I was used to people leaving. Rhys hadn’t even been with me for that
long. Booth had been with me for four years, and I hadn’t cried when he left.
Another tear fell. I wiped that one away too.
Princesses don’t cry. Elin’s disapproving voice echoed in my head.
She was right.
I refused to spend my last month of freedom agonizing over Rhys Larsen,
of all people. We would return to New York, I would sort my affairs, and I
would soak up every minute of my remaining time as a mere princess, not
queen to be.
Forget propriety and protocol. If there was ever a time to live my life the
way I wanted, it was now.
And if Rhys had a problem with that? Too bad.