"To continue living in the Verenth estate, here in Verdant Vale, you will have to be my mistress, Eiravyne Sangrever," he added, a chilling smile spreading across his face.
The prince's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint lurking behind the false veneer of charm.
"I was bragging about running away from Ilkar to go back to a place I didn't even belong to," she thought to herself, her mind swirling with a mix of regret and bitterness. "I thought I had a place I could call home..."
The words echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of her misplaced hopes.
Eiravyne's chest tightened with the weight of her disillusionment. She had fled from one oppressive situation only to find herself ensnared in another, even more insidious trap.
"H-how humiliating!" she spat, looking directly into the prince's eyes.
The words escaped her lips before she could stop them.
