It's been days since I last saw Demitri. Like he promised, he never saw me again. Which on the contrary should suppose to make me glad, but why do it felt like I am missing something every single day?
"A royal decree is issued!" someone shouted in the tavern's door.
"Royal decree?" Thiara looked confused.
Everyone went out. If it's a royal decree then it's something that concerns everyone.
"What could it be? This is sudden..." I heard the murmurs.
"Stated in the royal decree is: every unmarried lady in the kingdom of Solterra must attend the royal ball on this month's full moon! The crown prince will choose the lucky girl to be his wife and future queen!" the courtier announced.
"What? Is that true?!"
"Oh my! I can't believe that! As in, every girl? Even a commoner?"
"Yes, everyone."
I don't know how to react. How should I react about it anyway? We were dancing just days ago, and now he's searching for a potential wife? I couldn't believe him.
