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In that single moment, you demolished every picture I had of you. Instead of being like my nephew, you planted other images in my head. Images I shouldn’t have entertained for my best friend’s much younger daughter. I shouldn’t have thought about lifting you up in my arms, slamming you against the nearest object and kissing you until you could only breathe me. But I did. And I hated you for it. Not only because I lost the easy relationship I had with you, but also because no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t think of you as King’s daughter anymore. Those two years were pure fucking torture, baby girl. I struggled so much between doing the right thing and taking you anyway. It’s why I avoided being in the same room with you; I couldn’t trust myself not to fuck up everything and hurt King. Especially since I had no idea how deep my feelings for you were. However, once you became my wife, my self-control spiraled out of control. I blame your lively energy that I was never allowed to hav