Chapter 89: Divorced woman
Back at the castle, the servants hurried in every direction, scrambling to prepare for the sudden meeting with the kingdom’s most esteemed figures. Meanwhile, Belle remained confined to her room, her repeated attempts to escape proving futile.
She had knocked countless times, asking the guards stationed outside whether Mia had returned, but the answer was always the same—no.
Now seated in a chair, her body slumped with exhaustion, she was beginning to resign herself to fate. Perhaps it was easier to simply go along with everything. It wasn’t as though she objected to the preparations, she would have had to face them in seven days regardless. But what irked her was Hezekiah’s audacity to make such a drastic decision without consulting her.
Had he taken her words to heart? The ones about him needing to bed her before fully trusting her?
Frustration welled within her, and just as she was about to sweep everything off her desk in a fit of rage, the door clicked open.
Mia.
"Oh no," Mia gasped, taking in Belle’s disheveled state. She rushed forward, arms outstretched in concern.
"Mia, I need to see the king. We must find a way to get me out of this room," Belle said, wasting no time on pleasantries.
Mia hesitated before responding, her expression conflicted. "Belle, though I do not approve of you being locked away, this might be the best decision for both of you. Perhaps it is time to sever ties with the Duke," she reasoned, taking Belle’s hands in hers.