Page 76 of Dreams that You Wish
“You’re wasting away here, Oliver. I can forgive you, and I’m the furthest from a forgiving person. Surely you could learn to forgive yourself.”
He held her gaze, remaining silent since it wasn’t technically a question.
Her eyes glinted with rage as she whispered, “Answer me.”
“I cannot, and I will not. I have done nothing to earn anything remotely close to forgiveness.”
The queen bared her teeth in frustration. “Then find her. Find the princess, bring her here, and we’ll work together to make things right.”
Oliver nodded, waiting for his leave as he stared at the marble floor of the throne room.
“Pack your things,” she ordered, her voice thick with emotion. Disappointment, if he could’ve guessed. “You’ll leave in the morning.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
She looked him over with distaste. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
Oliver nodded, turning to leave. The only sound in the room was the echo of his footsteps.
