•Dahlia•
“She is my mate,” I remembered Hayden saying just days ago at the start of the celebration.
The sun had been down and he’d been sitting on the throne in the throne room dressed every bit as a king when he said those words.
To commence the beginning of the celebration, he started a live broadcast, blurring his face, explaining to the people who I was and what I stood for. At the end of the broadcast, I knew that everything was set.
The people living in the palace have been taking me quite seriously ever since the first day of the celebration. Though I could tell they didn’t like me very much, they didn’t dare to show any sign of disrespect towards me either.
That was how much they respected Hayden. Their love and respect for Hayden should naturally be extended towards me after
