Daphne's heart skipped a beat as she breathed in sharply through her nose. It had been many long months since they had been intimate. Ever since…
She bit her lip and looked away.
They hadn't touched more than pecks on the cheek and lingering grazes of the skin ever since her miscarriage. She still hadn't forgiven him completely for lying to her, and at the same time, she had also reiterated to him over and over again that it was alright. To Atticus's credit, he had also made his amends.
But it wasn't the same. It could never be the same. Even though her rational mind knew that it was for the best to put everything behind them and move on, Daphne couldn't. Her mind — however rational it had become in the last months of becoming queen — was still irrationally emotional. There was always something missing between them.
