"Lady Lilia, I advise you to marry him. There are many advantages… not to mention, extinction will not come your way," the lady said softly.
SHRRR.
She tugged the side of Lilia's gown, cinching the waist tighter. Lilia gasped softly. Was her waist another target in this cruel plan?
She stayed silent. Saying anything might cost her—what if this woman was sent by the prince to gather information? For the past two weeks, her father had taught her the importance of guarding her words, no matter where she was. It was better to answer in your mind than to speak aloud.
Especially now.
These past few days, the prince had rarely called her to his chambers—a small mercy. She couldn't deny that he seemed to be trying to make a good impression.
Tonight was the Royal Ball. She was certain the prince would ask her for a dance… perhaps even announce their wedding.
But she didn't want this.
Not in the slightest.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears.
She missed Zethan.
