Stiles blinked once. Twice. He was trying to proceed what he had heard because surely he had heard wrong. The Queen remained still, looking at Stiles with no emotion in her eyes.
“I beg your pardon, Your Majesty?”
“You can’t stay married with Derek anymore. Your divorce will be proceed soon”
This wasn’t the Queen Stiles knew. Queen Talia wouldn’t have done something like this. As strict as she might be, she would never have forced Stiles to do something he didn’t want. Stiles was confused. His marriage with Derek was doing fine, they had finally found love between them and they were in love. They were happy.
“No! I don’t want to! Why do I have to divorce with him?!”
“I’m not asking for your permission, Prince Stiles. Please understand that this is for your husband’s future. Do you love him or not?”
Stiles inhaled sharply. Of course he loved Derek! He had thought the royal family had already known by the way Stiles always clung to the Crown Prince. But what did it have to do with anything?
“I-I do, Your Majesty. So much“
"Do you want him to be happy?"
"Of course, but--"
“Then you have to let him go”
If Stiles had been asked to choose between separating with Derek and dying, he definitely would've greeted death with pleasure.