Gala could not barely sleep that day. The hot temperature of the room wasn't dwindling, and she felt like it was burning her skin. The thin, white silk gown that the servants gave her didn't give her any comfort at all. She was even tempted to strip off naked on her bed, but she was worried that the prince might barge into her room without any warning. She had no idea how long she would be able to evade Prince Dundea's proposal of marriage.
['I would love to, my Lord, but I have to tell you that I was born into a traditional family, so if you can wait, I would love to get to know you more and spend more time with you, then I will give you my final answer.']
