Alyssane could feel heaviness throughout her body.
She had healed from the fevers, but everything felt weary nonetheless. The Courtly Season required several arrangements, there would be a whirlwind of lavish banquets and glittering balls throughout the three months, and as a courtly official, she was one of those who had to ensure everything ran smoothly.
But her mind was far from the festivities. It was restless and always found its way to the cruel Crown Prince who refused to leave her thoughts.
When they met in Moonshire, he saved her several times. Had he done that out of pity, care, or was there something more to his actions?
He had been vicious, and he had been kind, but neither of them put her at ease.
She wondered about the past when she had been so desperate to escape. Kazmun had warned her not to leave. But she did, why wouldn't she? Her life seemed as bad as it could become.
