Chapter 10

Power is something that confuses me still. People want it, yes, I can fully understand that, but it's the sheer determination some have that completely messed with my head. I will agree, power is something everyone, at least once, dreams about, whether it's about standing up to the bully and putting him in his place or running a country set by your rules. But the determination some people have to gain it makes me wonder if everyone can be trusted. As I stand here, alone, within the walls of the palace, the pale moonlight shining upon my face, I think of the boy who broke my heart. Your mate always holds a place in your heart, whether rejected, loved, tolerated, or even hated, they will always share a small section of your heart, or maybe even your whole heart. That's something fate does to make you either love it, or detest it. Ever since my rejection I think about him, the boy who wanted nothing to do with me, the boy who I don't know why he wanted me gone. W