“My queen, you must eat.” Flo looked at me with a worried expression. “If you don’t, you’ll get sick.”

I shook my head. “I’m not hungry, Flo. Just take the food back.”

“But, my queen...”

“Please. I don’t want to eat.”

Flo didn’t dare argue. She just nodded and carried the tray out of the room.

When my mind is in turmoil, I lose my appetite. I’d rather stay in my room until my feelings settle. It’s not that I want to be dramatic and get sick.

I know my limits; I’ll eat if I’m hungry.

The door opened again, and when I looked over, Elijah stood in the doorway,...