But he would do his best. He had expected...something triumphant. Something about Layna’s bravery. About her beauty, at least her inner beauty, to grace the pages of the newspapers. But he was disappointed. There were before and after photos. Layna, young, radiant and golden, and Layna as she was now. With the scars that had changed the landscape of her face. And they asked would she now be the face of the nation. And suddenly...suddenly they were acting like he was a saint. Honoring past commitments in spite of present circumstances. Isn’t that what you wanted? His blood boiled. Rage spiking through him. At the media. At himself. He had used her. He had exposed her to this. And he would protect her from it as long as he could. Because he needed her. Of that he was certain. He had no idea how he would rule without her. He couldn’t dwell on it now.
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