Chapter 153: Part Three:Lady Roselina
"Your Majesty, why the change of heart? You said you weren’t interested in her," Lucas said as he looked at Zethan, who had been smirking occasionally while signing papers from different kingdoms.
The ones he wasn’t interested in, he pushed aside. The others—those he intended to follow up with—he signed with two distinct signatures, each carrying a different meaning.
Zethan chuckled, that same empty kind, at Lucas’s words.
"Oh really?" he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Well, I’m interested now. It seems she has a lover here. I’d love to see her fight for him. Isn’t that cute? A poor little bunny fighting for the man she loves... while married to the king. Let’s just say—this king of yours is bored."
Lucas’s eyes widened. No one needed to explain what Zethan meant. So this was all for his amusement? To see her suffer? To watch someone fight for love while trapped in pain? What was wrong with this king of his?
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Roselina stood in front of the mirror, staring at the breathtaking reflection before her. She could hardly believe it—she was about to give that annoying king her first kiss. She had always imagined her first kiss would be with Federick, on their wedding day. Why had everything changed so suddenly?
All because of one night—where she was told she was fated to be the king’s wife, as the seer had said. Now, she was wondering if he had seen wrongly, but one thing about the seer was this: they were never wrong. What they saw, happened.
She wore a white wedding gown layered with delicate silver net embroidery that flowed gracefully to the floor. The gown had short sleeves, but her long white gloves reached up past her elbows, adding elegance to her look. The upper part of the gown hugged her waist perfectly, accentuating her figure, and on her feet, she wore glass heels that sparkled with every step.