''My Lady!" Rosie walked around the room, flustered.
''You are making my head spin. Sit down,'' Lareina looked back down at the book in her hand.
''My Lady, the banquet starts in an hour and you have yet to be dressed up. His Highness has not even sent a messenger to let you know when he will arrive. What do we do? What if that seductress takes the chance to cling onto him?"
Lareina closed the book and placed it back on the table. Yesterday night, the man had looked her in the eye and told her that he would give her an answer. However, in the morning, she had crossed paths with him when she was taking a walk and he looked past her like she did not exist.
She would have thought he was unable to see her had their eyes not met briefly. In that moment, she had seen a familiar contempt and hatred in his gaze. He looked at her the way he had done on the day he had returned from the war, devoid of any feelings.
