Chapter 250: You are mine
[Trigger warning: the Chapter contains details that can cause discomfort. Not advisable for ages 17 and below.]
In Fil’s dream were a woman and a man, wearing fancy yet royalty-style clothing. She couldn’t see their faces clearly, but the way they were speaking and their build was enough for her to assume they were royalties.
"Answer me, Crown Princess." The man’s voice was low and harsh, one that could raise a sense of trepidation.
However, Latrice’s calmness remained. "Which question does require an answer, Your Highness?"
Quentin clasped his hands as bitterness shone in his eyes. He came to confront Latrice after spending a day denying what he had noticed for the entire visit of the Duke of the South. What she was giving him in return, however, was the same neutral treatment she was giving everyone else except Jackson.
"This is why I’ve been having these strange ideas." Quentin took a step closer to her, barely keeping his rising anger. "You give everyone this same look so when it changes, it’s palpable."
He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and asked, "Do you think there comes a day that you will return my feelings, Latrice?"
Latrice pressed her lips while gazing up at him. He had been throwing questions or rather, accusations toward her since coming to her quarters. But when asked, which question carried the utmost importance, it was this question.
The answer was obvious, but Latrice knew he was hostile. He would take anything but no.
"I am trying, Quentin." A short smile turned up on her face, cupping his face gently. "Though the answer is uncertain, I will try harder."
Quentin wasn’t hard to love. However, she had already given her heart, soul, and body to another man. Even so, unless she wanted Jackson to face the crown prince’s wrath, Latrice wanted to keep Quentin’s good graces.