Rosalind was still standing in his room, doing nothing. He wanted to send her away but something stopped him.
"Do you need something?" Alistair asked. He did not understand why she came to his room this night. It did not make sense. The girl was helpless and wanted to try her luck again.
She ran out of luck because Percival was in the room. He wasn't leaving anytime soon.
"No, I don't," she answered with her head bowed.
"Fine, if there is nothing…you can use that door," Alistair pointed at the door with his index finger. He promised to keep his anger in check till the wedding was over.
There were many things he could not do because of the wedding. Percival had the list and he dared not break it.
Rosalind was shocked that he sent her out like that. She did not want to believe that he was referring to her. When she looked up, she saw that his cold eyes were on her "your highness…"
