"I'll talk to your father and see what he'll do," Felista said after listening to Roselyn's story. She patted her back softly stroking her hair. It must have taken a lot of courage for her to share the story with her. The Roselyn she knew would whine to her at any available opportunity whenever things went the way she didn't like. She had to admit Roselyn had changed, all thanks to her father. Would she ever forgive him?
Thinking of him alone brought yet another wave of anger coursing through her whole being. He was always at fault, trying to apologize whenever he wronged. Had he not revoked Roselyn's right as a princess, she'd be probably in Arcadia, even married to a man who loved her maybe. Their greed as parents had forced her to believe Alexander was hers from a very young age. They had all the blame to bear, Felista included.
