Arabella's P.O.V

The next morning couldn't have come quicker. My eyes were sore from crying all night and I think it must have been three before I finally passed out.

I hadn't heard a word from Hardin or anyone really. Only Flo had bothered to ask if I was okay, when she came in with my breakfast. I decided to eat downstairs, mostly so she would leave me to my own sorrows, but that's when I realised I was letting the King win.

He wanted to break me, to scare me away and he had succeeded last night but no more.

The meeting only meant one thing, that I was...