{NEXT DAY}
Four days ago, she was filled with joy—so much joy that one could see it clearly in her eyes.
However, as the days passed, Valkyrie grew restless.
“His grace is busy.”
“He is in a council meeting.”
“His grace wished not to be disturbed.”
It was utterly frustrating!
Was he so busy that he didn't even give her a chance to be with him or dine with him?
Hell! Every part of her missed him; every fiber and nerve screamed and burn for his touch, yet he never summoned her.
Four days ago, he had given her his word that he was going to announce her as the Luna of the Citadel soon, so why? Why hadn't he call for her yet?
“All done, princess,” her maiden’s voice resounded.
Valkyrie’s eyes flicked open to the mirror, gazing at her reflection. She was clad in her finest dress: a go
