The journey towards the capital is uneventful, compared to when I travel with Calais to seek approval from the King. I sigh as I hear the palace servants outside announcing my arrival.
Now that I have given up on Calais, I realize how little I mattered to him. After his event with Eliana, and after what the Prince did to me, all he did was send me a single letter, and nothing more. And I am guessing it's only due to formality, or as what Jonathan described it, social norms.
The door opens and I get out of the carriage. I hear sighs from the crowd. I am sure it's because of Lyrica's beauty. Before entering the palace, I made sure I was presentable, even after days of being on the road.
I look around and see Prince Cornelius coming towards me with a pleased smile on his handsome face — a feature he inherited from the Queen, well, minus the red hair. It is undeniably from the King.
