"What are you doing here, Katharina?" Maria asked, her lips curling into a faint, forced smile that didn't quite touch her eyes.
Damn it.
Why does she always show up at the worst possible time?
I turned to regard the one woman who seemed to exist solely to be the bane of my existence. To this day, I couldn't wrap my head around why she hated me so much. All I did was answer a random question! When she asked what I thought of marrying a royal, I remarked—perhaps too bluntly—that I wouldn't be caught dead doing so. That was it. That single comment ignited a relentless vendetta. Ever since, she'd been hell-bent on making my life miserable.
"I came to visit the palace. Or... is that a crime, Princess?" Katharina retorted smoothly, a saccharine smile on her face as her grip around my wrist tightened.
It was only then that I realized what was happening.
Oh. Fuck.
