Roxana sipped her tea in silence. Her eyes watched Rosaline, who had been talking about Izekiel Larethian non-stop. Sometimes she would look sad, but she would also look excited when talking about Izekiel's prowess.
"You look like you like him too much." Roxana smiled slightly as she placed her teacup on the table. "Actually, I wonder why His Holiness wanted to propose to me instead of you? Don't you know him better than I do?"
The smile on Rosaline's face instantly froze after hearing Roxana's question. For some reason, Roxana felt that her sister was both irritated and hated the topic she brought up.
"I also wonder why." Rosaline's blue eyes looked cloudy as she said, "Maybe you gave His Holiness a love potion, so he ended up loving you and even wanted to marry a woman like you."
