The only thing I could bring myself to feel was pure indignation as I stared at Lucas.
Me? His future queen?
I gritted my teeth, fury burning through my veins.
Had this so-called king forgotten that Nicholas had already challenged him for my freedom? Or was he truly arrogant enough to believe he had already won?
Lucas’ golden eyes slowly drifted away from the crowd, who had broken into shocked murmurs, and settled on me instead.
The moment they did, I caught the unmistakable edge of superiority lingering within them, as though he already saw me as someone destined to kneel before him.
Like I was merely another possession at his disposal.
A mere doll he could dress in jewels and command however he pleased while expecting me to obediently fall in line with every demand that left his m
