You expected to rest after retiring to your bedchambers, a mundane day finished after working around in the palace as a lady-in-waiting for Princess Cayena.

You can't shake off the foreboding feeling of being watched. Just as you thought, the Crown Prince himself was leaning against the open balcony--arms crossed as he sends you a spiteful glare.

"Is marriage really what you want, my doll?" Rezef hisses accusingly, concealing his annoyance. "Just to escape the palace and my clutches?"