Dario

Dario’s P.O.V

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t think, I can’t even remember the last time I washed up.

I miss her so much that my heart feels like it’s failing.

I’m sure my people would be so disappointed and my enemies may be saying;

“How the mighty have fallen”.

All my life, I had been around mates and saw how deep their affection was, but for some reason I thought I was more sensible, that I would be different.

I even called them fools and horn dogs due to how dependent and vulnerable they were in the open with their mates, but here I am.

I fully understand them now.

The saying; “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” was the truest thing.

So many what if’s were running through my mind as I wallowed in self pity.

“What if I just showed her how much I loved her?”

“What if I had just acted as her mate and not just a king, she may have stayed”

“What if I had not locked her up without even listening to what she had to say?”

“What if I had just left the throne once I fou