I followed the tall prince out of the room into a vast space. The high ceiling was adorned with intricate gold plasterwork and a sparkling crystal chandelier.
"Wow," I whispered, taking it all in. Lycorin noticed my awe and remarked, "Yeah, it's a bit much. This used to be my father's residence before he became the king of Alfheim."
"It's gaudy but fitting for royalty," I replied with a hint of sarcasm, and he chuckled.
"My sister mentioned how deeply you grieved for Valtor," Lycorin began. "She was amazed by your capacity to love someone so complex. When she realized who your husband was, she thought you'd be perfect for me." His intense gaze met mine, and I looked away, exhaling deeply before looking back at him.
"I loved him with everything I had, and losing him felt like losing a p
