Seraphina could slightly grasp why those hateful eyes were directed at her, and why people who had been distant from her were being lavished with attention.
She had suspected it before, but seeing it unfold in front of her eyes was a different experience. The sting of betrayal cut deep, and she struggled to maintain her composure.
If she were to flee from here, she would not only lose to Arjan but also tarnish the reputation of the Duke of Everwyn. She could feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on her.
The Duke's honor was at stake, and she could not allow her personal grievances to jeopardize the family's standing.
The maids who had taken care of many things for her.
Their kind smiles and gentle hands had been a source of comfort during her darkest days.
The butler who had seen her off when she departed. His steadfast loyalty and unwavering support had been a constant in her life.
