Kenna sighed for the millionth time that night. Her husband had been absent throughout the whole party. Well, emotionally absent. Physically, he was there, but his mind wasn't on his wife; it was on her queen. While she had fallen hopelessly in love with him, Bash was still stuck on Mary. Kenna had never been jealous of her before, but when she saw them together, her heart dropped down to her stomach. He was so stupid for not moving on; Mary would never love him like she loves Francis. Mary would never love him like Kenna does.
Kenna thought she was even more stupid than Bash. He walked around looking like a kicked puppy every day, and yet she had still fallen for him. She would never compare to Queen Mary; she was just his father's whore. She was broken, damaged goods. Bash would never look at her that way, especially after the way she treated him the night of their wedding, three months earlier.
But, a girl can dream.