"You turned out to be much than I expected, my lady." The teasing remark of the second prince came along the silence and Rain got out of daze to look up at him.
"I was curious on who next was to marry my rebel of a brother. Least expecting… another princess. What is it, an act of patriotism to strengthen your state?If my lady has been coerced, do let out a cry of help."
Rain's face turned as white as a sheet of paper as the once quiet dinner became filled with chortles.
The princes beamed at these words she found offensive, and their wives, thorn between emotions, grinned hesitantly.
The men she'd once thought noble with their mouths shut, guffawed like barbarians.
She wanted to respond. But she was absorbed in the realization of the bad blood between these brothers and the first prince. She perceived it as if it was deep rooted.
Why would she let out a cry of help?
It didn't seem to be merely a light joke. It was blatant mockery.
