Page 95 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“Does that mean you believe me about Edmund now?” Jasmine hedged.
Adorra smiled. “I’m sorry it took me this long to realize how wrong I was about Edmund.” That night had been strange, and the more she thought about it, the more she agreed with Jasmine. Something had been up… she’d just been too wrapped up in love with Edmund to notice, but now, after all this time without him, her mind was better able to think clearly.
Jasmine leaped to her feet and rushed over to Adorra’s chair, and took her hands into her own. “You were in love. It’s hard to accept that someone you loved freely would hurt you so. I was never insulted that you didn’t believe me.”
A knock sounded on the door, and Jasmine pulled away before announcing, “Enter.”
“Your Majesty.” A servant walked through the door with a tray of food, bowed, and then walked over to a table and left the tray. “Is there anything else I can get you?” She asked.
“We are good, thank you.”
The servant bowed and then left the room.
“Does it ever feel strange to you that you are the queen of ice giants?” Adorra looked up at her younger sister, who wasn’t so young anymore.
“Sometimes. When I give orders, it feels so backwards to me. I feel as though I should be the servant.” Jasmine laughed. “But now that I have settled in a bit more, it comes a little easier.”
Jasmine grabbed a cup off the tray and came to sit back near the hearth. “What will you do now that you believe us about Edmund.”
“I’m not sure.” Adorra glanced down at her fur dress. “I feel as though I should return to our manor.”
“You could stay here.” Jasmine smiled over the rim of her cup as she took a sip.
She could do that, but… “The manor is all we have left of our parents.”
Jasmine smiled sadly. “I’m sure they’d rather see us together and happy rather than trying to keep our lands in our family. They were the adventurous type. I was always told.”
Adorra scoffed. “We barely remember them.”
“But they were happy and in love. I know they’d want us to find and keep that type of love as they did.”
“True.” Adorra couldn’t argue about that because the few memories she had of them they had always seemed happy and in love. She’d hoped to find that sort of love with Edmund. Until she’d found out, she couldn’t trust the man she’d fallen in love with. The only question was, did she trust Mathar anymore?
“Well, until you decide what you want to do, remain here with us.”
“I will.” Because as much as Adorra loved the manor and all the memories it held, it didn’t have her sister and family was more important.
