POV: Ariana

After having sex with Freddie, I felt so filthy. The moment was intense, I love every moment of it. But this feels wrong, it feels so fucking wrong. Suddenly, the palace felt suffocating under the weight of our secret, the plush carpets and glimmering chandeliers a huge contrast to the dark intentions that brewed just beneath the surface.

I could still feel the chill of the USB drive nestled in my palm, its contents holding the power to uproot not just Freddie but an entire kingdom. This was the plan, I had it all figured out, we had a plan, Williams and I had a plan. This USB...