I did not bother with conversations after that and if he wanted to, I would have joined but he didn't give me any hint for that.
I returned to my room and sat on my bed. I was pushed down by him, even Lysar never did that, Tristan was far from this.
I observed something, men were interesting. Not only did they take their egos and ranks on their sleeves, they even carried their so-called superiority.
What superiority did he have? If he was the king, then I was his queen too.
Also, what was the reason?
"Your highness," Merilyn spoke and I felt her hand on my knee as she sat beside me on the floor, "Did something happen?"
My chosen fate is . . . Like shit. I wanted to say, just like I heard time and again in the market. "No, why?"
She nodded carefully, making me wonder. "Nothing, it is time for lunch. You have been sitting here for a long time."
Ah, so that is why she was concerned.
