Chapter 203: Gold of the Throne
That was a question Soleia could not answer. Rationally, she knew it would be better for her escape attempt if Rafael stayed with Elinora to become the king. However, a sharp pang in her heart claimed otherwise.
If Rafael truly stayed with Elinora instead of chasing after her, it simply meant that she was nothing to him in the grand scheme of things. The gold of her hair could not compete with the gold of his crown.
But she’d be damned if she let Prince Ricard know about her inner turmoil, even if he most likely guessed it. She merely raised an eyebrow.
"And I suppose you would be hoping for the former to happen? Since it would leave the throne nice and empty for you to sit on."
"You wound me with your cynicism. Who hurt you?" Prince Ricard lamented with a dramatic sigh. "I am choosing to root for the former choice because I believe in the power of love. Do you want to make a friendly wager? I believe he would chase after you like a bloodhound, leaving Elinora destroyed. Of course, this is assuming Elinora is alive to begin with."
"And you call me a cynic. From personal experience, it is highly unlikely for Elinora to die," Soleia said firmly. She had met cockroaches that were less hardy. "If this is all you want to ask me, I’m leaving. I need to rest after seeing your father slit his own palm in front of me."
She didn’t think Rafael’s father would be so determined to test her that he turned his blade on himself. If it was her father, he would have squealed like an infant if he was forced to inflict a flesh wound.
She began to walk back to her room. Of course, both Prince Ricard’s legs and his mouth did not stop moving.
"God, he hasn’t done that in a long time," Prince Ricard said wistfully. "But that little stunt allowed Raziel to show off." Then, he continued to talk about his younger brother.