I Was The Perfect Queen But He Forgot My Name Chapter 60
Rowan froze.
He dropped to his knees in the snow and tried to fit the fragments back together. Every time he managed to piece out the rough shape, the slightest movement made it collapse.
After a long while, he caught the hem of my dress.
“I’m sorry.”
I tried to pull him up.
Instead, he suddenly doubled over, coughing blood. It took a long time before he could steady himself enough to sit upright.
“Give me a few more days. I can make another one. I learn quickly.”
Then his eyes lowered.
“I learn everything quickly.”
“Only loving someone, and admitting I love someone—that took me too long. One step too late, and I can never catch up.”
He wasn’t putting on a pitiful expression the way he sometimes did.
But that calm resignation tightened something painful inside my chest.
I thought of the first time he had brought the old things to the Cedar Ridge estate.
He had stood in sunlight, but the light had never warmed him.
I thought, too, of the royal medical wing, and the papers scattered across the floor, each one covered with the name Julian.
Only that one bloodstained R had stood apart, lonely and separate from all the others.