I don’t care what the realms will say, I will just make up some stories about being sick and not attending the wedding and that would have been it. I don’t care what people would say, or neither do I give a f**k.
Before the announcement of the wedding, which was a couple of three days ago, I had summoned Gérard to my chambers and begged him not to go ahead with this wedding.
“Please, I would do anything. Don’t just go ahead with the wedding, I’m begging you.” He turned deaf ears to my pleadings and left.
I knew he was done with me. His look was dark, as if someone truly finished him with me. I felt like I was some sort of nuisance; he didn’t care about my feelings; it hurt me.
I broke down in tears and the only thing I heard was “I can’t cut off this wedding, the deed has already been
