Chapter 35

You're Not My Type.

Elara Winterfell.

The house fell silent after the ruckus Natasha pulled earlier. Sally had withdrawn into her quarters, the massage therapists were gone, and I pulled myself together to watch over my children. They were napping peacefully in their cots as usual.

I sighed and shook my head. I tried putting myself in Natasha's shoes. Even though I didn't understand what was really going on between her and Rowan, I understood that she was going to soon be his wife, and I was a threat to her. But, how could that even be? I just gave birth to two children, my skin sagged in...