He was Cerzoan Odysseus, a well-known Prince of Erandell. Aletta has always seen herself as one of the background audiences of women begging to have his attention. His beauty was spellbinding, and his qualities were equally attractive and terrifying. Aletta never saw herself in the same league as him. She didn't think they could ever stand on the same level.
Even dreaming to be with him had been out of the option. His hard eyes always made it difficult to know what he was thinking, and he had already made it clear that their relationship with the outside world was only an act. She didn't know how he came up with the idea that she would be responsible for his downfall, and she didn't want it to come to pass.
Her Choice was to leave. Nothing was gonna change her mind.
