He could have chosen anyone and yet he chose the one person I despised the most. The one who'd made me feel less even if I was a princess and heir to the most powerful throne. Why did the realm feel this relentless need to slap my soul with grief at every turn? I blamed the moon goddess too. For granting me a mate I could not have.
He was spoken for. In the midst of all the overwhelming emotions, the truth of that ravaged my heart as it seeped into my soul, mingling with the pain of my rejection while giving new life to it. I wished to scream. To let it all out. My pain. All the frustration. The betrayal. But I wouldn't give her or him the satisfaction.
I already hated the victorious grin on her lips and how she hung onto Eugan's arm like an ornament. I hated him for his lack of protest.
