Rufus fulfilled his promise to join her for dinner. On the long table, Rufus sat at the end while Florence was on the other end. From start to finish, they didn't talk throughout the meal.
'I thought I will have indigestion.' A shallow breath slipped past her lips.
"Your Highness, are you alright?" Florence glanced up, staring at Lavina through the mirror. "You've been sighing a lot today. Do you not feel good?"
"I'm alright, Lavina. It's just... nothing." She smiled, shifting her attention to her reflection. "Just a little nervous, since we will consummate our marriage."
"Your Highness." Lavina sighed with a smile, staring at the dainty Florence. "Don't worry, your highness. I'll make you pretty so His Majesty won't let you go from his arms."
"Lavina..."
"Hehe. Apologies, Your Highness."
