Chapter 15: A Worried Queen Rosalie “I’ll just put these away before I go for the day, Queen Rosalie,” said the pleasantly plump elderly woman as she sidestepped around the kitchen counter, a basket of laundry in her arms. “Oh, don’t worry about that Gretchen, just leave the basket next to the stairs and I’ll do it later.” Are you sure? I don’t mind,” “It’s nothing, really! There’s much less laundry to put away now that the kids are gone.” I swallowed against the lump in my throat, giving her a forced smile. Gretchen gave me a sober smile of her own, her eyes misting with understanding. “They always come back, my Queen. I promise, they do. Soon you’ll be overrun by grandkids, mark my words!” She walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, setting the laundry basket on the stairs before retrieving her coat. “I never did find Rowan’s flannel. Is he sure he didn’t leave it down by the water during one of his runs? With how high our tides have been lately…” “Maeve took it with her,” I said with a little laugh. The flannel in question had been one of Ethan’s, the fabric worn out and softened with age and wear. Rowan claimed it one day, appalled that Ethan was wanting to throw it out, and he and his sister had been fighting over it ever since. Gretchen gave me one of her signature wide mouth grins. “Ah, of course. She always has to have the last laugh, doesn’t she?” “Always,” I smiled, missing Maeve terribly. Gretchen took her leave as I picked up the basket and carried up the stairs, walking down the hallway to the bedroom I shared with Ethan. He had designed this house from the floor to the ceiling. He knew the placement of every nail, the shade of every color of paint and exactly how many shingles lined the roof. We had raised our children here, being closer to the river than the royal palace quarters, yet safely tucked behind a security wall, it was a great place to raise a family. Ethan and I loved our home by the water. Cooked dinners in the kitchen and spent evenings huddled around the hearth in the living room, Ethan’s voice lifted and animated as he read stories to Maeve and Rowan, their eyes dancing with delight. It was everything I had ever wanted. It was a life that I, once the abused, humiliated daughter of a lowly Alpha, couldn’t have even dreamed of. Ethan and I had been through so much, endured the impossible. The idea of settling down and putting down roots had seemed like a distant, hazy dream. Ethan turned that dream into our home. I put the clothes away in the dresser, glancing through the bay windows as I shut the dresser door. I could see him sitting on the lower deck, lounging on one of the chairs with his ankles crossed and resting on a footrest.copy right hot novel pub