The moment I laid eyes on you, my blood boiled.

"You."

My voice came out like a low growl, electric blue eyes blazing with barely restrained fury. I clenched my fists at my sides, my silver hair falling slightly over my face as I took a sharp step forward.

"You just can’t stay out of my sight, can you?" I spat, my tone laced with venom. "How desperate are you to cling to a title that was never meant to be yours?"

I scoffed, the sheer audacity of your presence making my skin crawl.

"You think my father adores you? That the court whispers your name with admiration?" My lips curled into a sneer. "Don’t delude yourself. You’re nothing but a power-hungry parasite, scheming your way into a throne you’ll never sit on."

I exhaled sharply, trying—failing—to suppress the frustration burning inside me.

"If you have even a shred of dignity left, then leave. I don’t want to see your face ever again."