Xavier
The servant hung behind me like a shadow. I could tell she was nervous to be giving me the news of Alyssa’s illness. But I was not an i***t.
Something else was going on here.
I sighed heavily and waved her off with a curt thank you, and the servant fluttered out of my chambers—likely glad to be away from my brooding company.
It wasn’t that I was disappointed the ceremony was canceled. Not in the slightest. But I had been dreading this day for far too long, and I was desperate to get the damn thing over with.
I didn’t know what Alyssa’s games were, but she was certainly playing at something. The Northerners always were playing at something.
None of this had been right to begin with. This marriage was beginning to feel like more and more of a fraud with each passing day. Alyssa
