Without A Queen (POF Sequel)

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-palace sunroom-

"You seem to be a little more upset than what you're leading on, Justin."

The king heard the words flow from his sister's mouth as he leaned over on the rail. Justin looked down, wanting to magically come up with a solution in mind to what he was thinking.

"Tell me what you're thinking." Jazmyn said standing next to him and grinning as she lowered her head to look at his face.

Justin shook his head. "I don't know how to make her open up to me." He said growing frustrated. Why couldn't he fix this? Why didn't Iman feel comfortable around him? Those were the two questions taunting him day and night.

"I don't understand." He said again, feeling helpless. And he didn't need to feel that way. With the country on his back and much bigger issues, he felt the need to tackle this one first.

"Hmm there's always something." Jazmyn chuckled.
"No, I'm serious."

"Oh I know, just a little humor." Jazmyn smirked at her brother.

Justin gave his sister an odd look. He didn't get it, but she reminded him of those scary little girls that skipped through daisies and carried creepy dolls. She reminded him of those evil little sisters that always had something on you. Especially with that smile of hers.

Maybe it was her slight dark sense of humor, maybe it was the fact he could never tell if she was being serious or funny.

"I'm trying to cooperate with Iman's new approach in our relationship. I want us to communicate our feeling more. She's making this hard for me." Justin continued on, saying exactly how he felt.

"So you're actually trying to be the perfect husband." Jazmyn said amused.
"I want her as my wife again." Justin replied, his voice a little deeper.

"Okay..."

"I just don't understand. She has no problem telling anyone else how she feels about us, but when it comes to me, it seems as if she's just holding back." Justin's eyes narrowed and he slightly called his fists, stepping back from the rail.

"Maybe she's scared." Jazmyn simply said, playing with her dress.

Justin turned around to face her. His eyebrows furrowed and a confused look on his face. "Scared? Scared of what?"

Jazmyn whistled and then turned to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Of me?" Justin asked pointing to himself.

"You...can get a little frightening sometimes."

Justin chuckled a bit, looking down. "I've learned to control that."

"She probably thinks telling you what she really thinks might ignite a fire. Maybe some things are better left unsaid-" before she could finish, Justin shook his head and cut her off.
"No...I don't think so. In general I just want her to share with me. I want to be there for her. She told he in order for this relationship to work, we need to open up. But she is not."

Justin exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. "I tell her how I feel , i'm even accepting. So why won't she tell me this one thing." He frowned,

"What one thing?" Jazmyn asked.

"I want another child." He said bluntly.

Jazmyn widened her eyes and even gasped. "Woah that's a big one. That's another big step."