Mila's mind raced with thoughts of the two days the prince had given her. She knew all too well what he meant by his thinly veiled threat.
The consequences of defying him were too dire to contemplate.
As the carriage rumbled along the winding road, Mila's thoughts drifted to the life she had left behind at the palace— the elaborate charade, the constant scrutiny, and the ever-present danger lurking beneath the surface.
But amidst the turmoil of her emotions, a glimmer of hope flickered in the depths of her heart. She knew that she couldn't continue to live under the prince's thumb, shackled to a life that was never truly hers to begin with.
And it's not like she was planning to stay obedient to the prince. It was not their agreement in the first place.
With each passing mile, Mila found herself drawing closer to the Ventor estate, a place where there was less scrutiny but it could not be called a sanctuary.
