Page 24 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

Three days?

I wouldn't waste one.

If he wanted me gone, I'd go. But not to that suite beside him—somewhere far away. Somewhere he'd never think to look.

"Your Majesty!" Amy's voice shook with rage, tears welling. "This is wrong! Why should you leave? This is your room! You're the Queen!"

Her voice rose higher as tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Amy." I kept my tone gentle. "We'll be fine. That's all that matters."

"But Your Majesty—" She was still fuming. "This room represents your position! What right does Lady Victoria have to it? And if you leave, those nobles will—"

"Because he wants to give it to her. He's the King. No one defies his orders." My voice was quiet. I understood Amy's concern, but none of it mattered anymore. "Stop crying. Let's pack."

Those nobles had never accepted me anyway. To them, I was a curse.

Amy wiped her tears and turned to gather my clothes.

"Amy, that empty room by the storehouses on the west side—we'll move there."

"That room?" Amy whirled around, horrified. "Your Majesty, it's tiny! No sunlight! Right next to the warehouses! You can't possibly—"

"Which means it'll be quiet. No one will bother us." I kept my voice level. "I want to be as far from them as possible."

Amy's mouth opened and closed. More tears fell. "But... but..."

"Don't cry." I sighed and opened the wardrobe. "Just grab some clothes. Leave the rest."

"Leave everything?" Amy looked stunned. "But these jewels, these gowns—"

I shook my head. Amy went silent and resumed packing.

Soon, she'd packed one small bundle.

"Your Majesty, is... is this all? Are you sure you don't want more?"

I nodded. "This is enough."

Amy bit her lip. "Your Majesty, do we really have to move to that room? Maybe... maybe we should just go to the suite His Majesty arranged?"

I shook my head. "Amy, I know it's hard following me to a place like that. If you don't want to come, I can arrange for someone else to—"

"Your Majesty, I'll follow you anywhere!" Amy said immediately. "I just hate seeing you treated this way..."

"Come on. We've got cleaning to do." I glanced around the room one last time. It had never been mine anyway.

But this time, I wouldn't cry and beg for his mercy like before. This time, I was walking away.

I pushed open the door—and froze.

Cedric stood there. My heart jumped. When the hell had he shown up?

His gaze dropped to the small bundle in my hands. His frown deepened.

"That's it?" His voice was low, clearly displeased. "Where's the rest?"

"Don't need it." My tone stayed flat. "You gave it to me. Now you're taking back the room. The stuff should go back too."