r do you enjoy standing there like a statue?" The sting of his tone snapped me out of my trance. "No, Your Highness," I said quietly, dipping my head. My hands clenched at my sides to keep th

And every time I caught a glimpse of him-striding through the halls or standing on the balcony, his expression hard and unreadable-I felt a strange, inexplicable pull. I had no illusions about our marriage. It was a transaction, nothing more. But a small, foolish part of me couldn't help wondering if there might someday be more. That evening, as I prepared for the banquet, Edna helped me into a simple but elegant gown. The fabric was soft and flowing, a pale blue that made my eyes stand out. "You'll do fine," she said gently, sensing my nerves. "Do you think he'll be there?" I asked, adjusting the sleeves. Edna's lips pressed into a thin line. "He'll be there, my lady. But don't expect much from him." Her words shouldn't have hurt, but they did. I nodded and steeled myself for what was to come. The banquet hall was dazzling, lit with golden chandeliers, and filled with the hum of conversation. Nobles and dignitaries from across the kingdom filled the room, their laughter echoing off the high ceilings. I felt their eyes on me as I entered, their gazes cold and judging. "There she is," someone whispered. "The new wife." "Poor thing. She doesn't know what she's gotten herself into." I ignored them, keeping my chin high as I took my seat at the long table. Liam was already there, his expression unreadable as he sipped from his goblet. He didn't acknowledge me, not even with a glance. But across the table, a woman with golden hair and a sly smile leaned forward. Victoria. I recognized her from the whispers I'd heard earlier in the day. "Prince Liam," she purred, her voice carrying over the noise. "You look as dashing as ever tonight