#Chapter 388: Let Him In

Anna’s words stayed with me all through the night. I was haunted by them, even as I eventually drifted off to sleep on the air mattress. Was I truly considering the King’s demand because I wanted what was best for the country? Or was I simply hiding, pushing off responsibility to return to a life of normalcy? Bridget would make a lousy queen. I knew that. Anyone would be a better choice. Even… me? Could I be queen? I had labeled the idea as outlandish straight from the start, so much so that I barely considered it even when I tried to think critically about it. I was constantly making excuses: I knew so little of politics. I knew so little of royalty. Everyone looked down on me. No one would take me seriously. But these were just excuses, I was realizing now. Anna was right. I was running away. I needed to do better. I needed to think about how I could actually contribute as a queen, and showcase those abilities. No more hiding. No more putting myself down. If I wa