Is this what it feels like to have your spirit break completely?
Silence falls across the ballroom as all eyes turn toward me. I stand there motionless, Mary’s hands holding me steady. There’s a growl in her throat.
I hear the king’s voice boom from across the room. “Will you explain to me why you have a chosen another aside from your fated mate, Prince Darian?”
I don’t have the strength to turn and look at the king, but for a moment, it sounds like he’s not very happy. I’m apparently quite good at imagining things, though, so he’s probably thrilled. Maybe he orchestrated this whole thing. But then, why would he ask? Why would he care? I’m nothing to anyone. Or maybe both father and son want to put me in my place for even daring to consider myself worthy of standing next to the prince.
