I read through all the magical books from the palace's library. Unfortunately, it all said the same thing as the books sent to me as gifts by Jonathan. That is, I need to wait for the magic to collect and form in my world before I can anchor myself back into it. And the Queen Selection is just around the corner!
I sigh—heavily. I hit my head on the table. Damn this all, I should—A hand stops my head from smashing into the table again. I look up to see Prince Cornelius, who came to the library to pester me again.
"Your forehead is getting red, Lyr," he smiles. "Stop hurting yourself."
I groan and look away. How many months has it been since he started to hang out with me in the library? Not to mention the meals that I have taken with him?
Almost two months. I'm sure the servants in the palace are all thinking the same thing—that I will soon be his Queen.
