She almost knew what Selene was about to say, almost like a premonition, but even after hearing it, she suddenly felt sick to her stomach.
“Selene.” Lillia’s voice was dangerously low. “What do you mean it happened to you?”
“It means I was also haunted,” Selene’s body trembled as she spoke. “I am Selene Valcrest, daughter of a border Marquis whose lands sat between Wolfsbane and rogue territories. My family specialised in diplomacy and quiet treaties. When I turned fifteen, they hosted an unveiling.”
Her voice cleared up as she held herself, but her head remained bowed.
“Till date, I never knew the guests at my unveiling, but there was a suitor I had been promised to.” A sad scoff escaped her lips. “When my father discovered who it was, he rejected the marriage offer. However, acco
