Chapter 96
Ophelia swept into the castle’s chamber with Mack trailing behind her, her gown a cascade of deep emerald silk that rustled as she moved. Though the maid bowed respectfully and directed them to rest until the coronation began, Ophelia barely acknowledged her. Her eyes darted around the chamber, taking in every detail — the plush curtains, the polished marble floor, the faint scent of roses wafting from the vases on the tables. Everything here screamed of royalty, of power.
She sank onto a cushioned chair with a soft sigh, her mind whirling. How did Azalea manage this? She thought bitterly. She gets Federico — the rightful heir, soon-to-be king — while I’m stuck with Mack and his small, insignificant pack.
Her gaze flickered to Mack, who was standing silently near the window,
