'....'
tap tap
Within the dining and guest area of Princess Aleriana's palace, she sat with her fingers gently tapping along the surface of the table.
As she looked towards the dishes, she couldn't help but feel her sapphire gaze turn cold, a glint forming within them as a memory flashed of Kyle's intentions to meet with the Empress Dowager—the present King's sister and her aunt.
It felt more like a provocation to her, even knowing how the political connections between royalty weren't always familiar. Even more so was the fact that both of them could go for each other's lives.
Yet the man she wanted to marry clearly showed his interest in aligning with that woman, in particular, among all the royalty—who had humiliated Aleriana's mother in her younger days for petty things.
'Monsters...'
Olea stood there with her jaw clenched within the mask's eyes, flaring as she remained static.
