Electra's POV
Lying in bed with my head pressed against the pillow, I stared up at the ceiling of my room. My roommates were laughing a little too loudly for my liking, and usually, I would be bothered, but right now, I wasn't because it didn't even matter. None of it could distract me from the conversation I'd had earlier with Yuna and the way her words were replaying in my mind like a broken record.
I hated that she'd gotten under my skin, and I hated even more that she'd been right.
I sighed, turning over and pulling the thin blanket closer to my chest as if it could shield me from my thoughts. If—no, when—I went back to my real life as Electra Vale, everything Yuna had said would still hold true.
I'd made my stance clear in front of my parents and the council elders that I would not marry a man just because I was the crown princess of Elmeria. But deep down, I knew my words didn't hold as much weight as I liked to pretend.
