When I reach my room, I send my maids away, and I collapse on the bed. I don't even notice that I've started crying, but I don't want to stop.
It's the second time in a few days that I end up sobbing, it's becoming bothering.
However, I prefer crying my soul out to keeping this piercing pain in my chest. Lady Elisabeth hit my most sensitive point: my undeniable failure as a ruler.
Complaining and whining won't solve anything, but I need to stop for a few minutes and despair.
Despite my bold words, I can't even take the privilege to avenge myself. If lady Elisabeth is my husband's mistress, he won't let me move war against her. No matter how much he likes me, he won't let me trample over his other women.
In the end, I made a mistake. When I rejected the Duke, a few days ago, he looked for other ladies. It was actually predictable, but I hoped the Duke wasn't that kind of person.
