TheSlipperandtheRose

I watched the carriage drive away through my window, heart cracking with each of the tears that fell down her face.  How could I be such a monster?  Edward will hate me, I know that much.  How could I not though?  I am the king, and must always think about my subjects first.  Edward I guess was just too used to not having to fight for what we have.  I hope he never sees that.  I thought, walking towards my chair, feeling all of my years.  Still, maybe after a few years, he will learn to love this Princess as I have learned to love my own queen.  My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.  I looked over at it and watched my