She couldn't believe this. Ahvi stood there livid, though it didn't show on her face as she tried to remain calm and level headed.

"A lowly servant such as yourself dares to lie about needing to see the prince!"

One of the older nobleman hissed at her with a scrutinizing gaze, mistaking her for a servant even though she was actually the Prince's betrothed. The nobleman sweeped his gaze over her body, his eyes lingering a bit too long on her cleavage. She felt bile rise to her throat at the mere sight of this old man blatantly objectifying her. She had been sent here by her father to make good relations with Adonis and get to know her future husband, along with its subjects. But this, she did not expect this the moment she arrived.