Bron’s POV
Ok? She just said “Ok” to me after I told her I love her.
I instinctively push her away and turn away from her, arms folded across my chest. I feel as though my chest is about to implode. The weight of her response is unbearable.
How can she be turn out to be this cold? Have I just built her up to be more than she actually is? Are all of my feelings for her in my head? Not reality? Have I not been there for her every time she has beckoned me?
“B-Bron,” she stutters pathetically, touching my shoulder, and making me jump slightly. More of a twitch, really.
Sometimes, it takes knowing someone’s story in order to really understand them enough to fall in love. Perhaps Rainy still knows too little about me. Maybe I need to tell her the truth.
After all, I endanger her unknowingly every time I see her. She smells like a tasty snack to the elders in my family, not a Queen.