“You don’t seem to be treating him like a partner, either,” Fina said gently. “He wants to have dinner with you. He knows if it’s a question, you’ll say no.”“Well, that’s my right,” I said.“Sure, it is,” Fina sighed. Amity and Rue busied themselves cleaning up my quarters and ensuite, purposefully distancing themselves from our conversation. Fina scooted her chair closer to the table. “Reyna, can I speak to you as your friend? Not as a member of the court?”“Of course,” I said, even though I was sure that meant I wasn’t going to particularly like what she had to say.“Giving the king the cold shoulder isn’t going to change the fact that you married him,” Fina said.“What am I supposed to do, then?” I asked. “Just forgive him for everything he did? Be his happy little trophy wife?”“No,” she said, “that’s not what I’m saying at all. But I do think you’re blaming him for things that aren’t really his fault.”“Like what?” I shot back. He was the one had brought me here, he’d led the Ch
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