#Chapter 283 – Accepting the Crown

All night long, I can’t sleep. Victor can, and I’m grateful for it – I’m up worrying about everything for the both of us, so I don’t want him to be as well. It’s not necessary for both of us to suffer. I drift in and out of a half-sleep state, the question Victor asked me a few hours ago gnawing at my mind. What, really, did I want? Could I really ask him to say no to the power that’s just sitting there, waiting for him to claim it? Or, if that answer to that is no, can I really be a Queen? What if the answer to both is no? I sigh as I start to see the dawn light poking through the windows and quietly sit up, taking a moment to watch Victor peacefully breathing in the bed next to me. Then, I head to the bathroom and take a long shower that does nothing to answer any of my questions. Sighing, I step out and towel myself off, frustrated at myself. Usually, I’m someone who has a gut instinct, who knows what the right answer is – or at least, the right answer for me – within my heart