ERYNA
"We need to talk now," I tell Vidalgo, who smirks at me before standing up, almost stumbling as he was so drunk. "Get out, all of you." He pointed to the girls, who left immediately.
"Come have a drink with me, Eryna,” Vidalgo slurs out drunkenly, “it’s a struggle to see you these days, especially since we live in the same castle and you are my betrothed."
"I am not your betrothed," I correct him, and he nods, gripping his goblet to take another gulp of wine.
"Hmm, maybe...," he said before learning on the armchair of the seat, "then if you would rather not celebrate with me, what did you come for?"
"What are you planning?" I told him, coming forward, "Zaydem, where is he? Why have you been trying so hard to make him avoid me today?" I asked in frustration, and I could see his m
