Ileana's POV

I watched my queen walk down the steps into the large atrium where we waited. Her eyes were sad and her lips were puffy and red; a telltale sign she had been kissing Marku. It was none of my business, of course, although it did shock the hell out of me that he was willingly letting her leave him. I wondered if that one action on his part said more about their relationship than the rest of their moments, combined. 

Felaern's eyes blazed with sustained intensity, his attention on her as well. I scowled. I hated that man. He was just like all the rest. Every single one...