The King’s Cursed Bride Sneak Peek: Chapter 97

The door to the dining room opened behind her and shut. Elon bit back a grin. “Did you see their—

“Was that really necessary, Elon?”

He blinked, wiping the grin from his face. “The foot play? Absolutely.”

“Well, I’m glad you were amused by it.”

Elon leaned back against the door, his arms folded. “I take it you weren’t.”

“You know I’m not, and you knew before you even did it that I wouldn’t be.” Carissa ran her hands through her hair, only to bite of a curse when she realized she’d mussed her bun. “Why are you intent on allowing me to be humiliated, over and over? Was yesterday not enough?”

He tilted his head. “I know this is frustrating, Carissa. Just trust me.”

“Trust you? Give me a reason I should trust you.”

“I love you.”

“If you loved me, one would think you wouldn’t be so eager to have me so publically embarassed.”

His eyebrows rose, his eyes wide and soft with vulnerability, and his arms dropped to his sides. “If? Was that ever in question?”

Carissa clenched her jaw, catching the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Perhaps she shouldn’t have spoken so harshly, but Elon was being on the verge of merciless. Could she not have a moment’s reprieve now that she was at the palace?

“I see.” He glanced away from her, but not before hurt flared across his expression. “When you learn not to care so much about the opinions of those nobles—”

“Look, Elon, I’ve tried. I can’t just stop caring about their opinions simply because I want to. I’m not like you.”

He offered her a sliver of a smile. “I know, Carissa. I’m just trying to help. It’s hard in the moment, but given time, the opinions of others will come to matter less and less.”

She folded her arms across her chest, wishing she could congeal her hurt and confusion into a little ball and keep it there. Ever since she’d married Elon, she’d become more and more aware of her inadequacies. She fell short of everyone’s expectations—the noble’s, Elon’s, even her own.

“Carissa, are you alright? You’ve become rather quiet.” His voice was thick with concern as he neared her. “What is it?”

She drew in a ragged breath and shook her head, intent on keeping the bitterness buried within her. Elon deserved better.

“You can talk to me, Carissa.”

“It feels like you’re manipulating me.” The words unfurled before she could pin them down.

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