At the Queen mother's words, Celestiel froze, her brows marring in a confused smile. She raised her head and glanced at the older woman, making sure it was not simply a silly joke.
Alas, it was not.
It seemed her younger sister had now been betrothed to the man she had grown up believing she belonged, no matter how she felt about it. Who better would suit her sister than the duke whom had been disloyal enough to be caught embracing her sister during the first ball Celestiel was to ever attend. And who better would suit the duke than her spoiled, hateful sister who had always wanted the man, right from the moment she had set her eyes on him.
Truly a befitting pair.
Celestiel felt a hand cover hers which rested on the table beside her as she let herself get lost in her thoughts. She glanced towards the King who seemed to be the one looking to gain her attention.
"My lord?," she glanced towards him, finding his eyes already on her.
