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Chapter 17
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Was I losing my sanity?
Because it felt like I was.
How was it possible for one woman to single-handedly disrupt all 100 billion neurons in my brain? Honestly, the woman had me twisted in knots. I wanted to yell at her. I wanted to say to hell with it all. I wanted to talk. I wanted her to talk, and at the same time, especially considering what she had said earlier, I feared what she would say when she did speak. There was just so much space between us, and it was driving me mad because while I felt as though I was trying to close it, she was once again running from me.
“Why am I here?”
Of all the things she could have said, those four words had to be the worst. I would have even preferred if she said she did not love me. Because at least then, I would know she was lying or scared. But no, she said, “Why am I here?” which basically translated to loving you is not worth it. It took all my strength at that moment to not unleash the rage I felt. It was either kiss her or curse her. I thought I had chosen the more rational option, but as we reentered the palace, she yanked her hand away, refusing even to spare me a glance, let alone a word as we walked through the corridor.
“Her Majesty wishes to see you in the drawing room,” Ambrose said, not to me but Odette.
She lifted her head and snickered bitterly before nodding. “Of course, please, by all means, lead me to the drawing room.”
“We shall go together,” I said to her, but she ignored me, inhaling deeply and standing further upright.
“Her Majesty requests that you prepare for dinner, sir,” Ambrose replied to me.
I cracked my jaw to the side. “I shall tell her personally that her request was impossible to fulfill at this time. Odette, shall we go receive our punishment together?”
It was my sad attempt to find humor here, and it failed miserably. The look of anger on her face as she finally met my gaze was proof enough of that.
“I did nothing wrong, Galahad, so why would I be punished?” she asked, and I had no answer, nor did she wait for one, walking forward without either Ambrose or me to accompany her.
However, she did not seem worried, and she was right not to be. Because out from behind, Wolfgang appeared, rushing to her side. Over and over again, we were surrounded by a wall of people, which kept us from ever speaking to each other.
Galahad? Is that what she was going to call me from now on?
Annoyed, I marched ahead of them both, grabbing her wrist.
Her head whipped back at me. “Gale—”
“Don’t you mean Galahad?” I snapped. “We need to talk.”
“Your mother is waiting for me. Let go!”
“No!” I hollered back, pulling her into the nearest room, slamming the door behind us. “We need to talk, Odette!”
“No, you need to talk!” she yelled back, ripping her hands from mine. “And because you need to talk, I have no other choice but to hear it!”
“You have choices!”
“Really? Since when? Since I got here, my only choice has been to do as I was told by everyone else! And over and over again, I do, without argument. Now I am not even allowed to be silent! I have to talk to you, or you are going to drag me into rooms like I am some kind of child!”
“I-I’m sorry—”
