Severin
Today was finally our birthday and I was putting on a black outfit for the party. Keaton kissing me was strange, but for some reason felt good. I didn’t want to feel this, I wanted to be free and carry on with my plan. This would ruin it all. And my sister was so damn stubborn, she even dared push him my way.
“Your highness, it’s time for your celebration,” my handmaiden said and I nodded, fixing up the last of my outfit. I put on a black cloak on top and ruffled my hair before I walked out of my room.
Savia was already waiting for me outside. Her dress was beautiful. She was wearing a golden ball gown with her hair pinned up in a French braid and light make up. For the first time in years, I smiled.
A genuine smile.
“Do you like it?” she asked, twirling aro
