This last he said made me contemplate on the what ifs.
Originally, in a book where her story was told… This Crown Prince sitting next to me, expressing disgust about Lady Karina… loved her. Maddingly so. Obsessively so… Yet now he was here before myself, saying there was no possibility for even having her near disturbed his peace... That he wanted her dead because of how her appearance unsettled myself that first time and how it now aggravated him.
'I might even feel guilty… she was supposed to have his heart in the first place. Yet… look at them now...'
It was odd a sensation. To know this should not be yet came to be…
