#Chapter 230: Trusting the Prince

Unable to shake off the unsettling feeling from the whole breakfast ordeal, I pushed the remaining food on my plate around without any appetite.

Paranoia had decided to take root, and every glance from the two of them felt like a potential trap.

I felt used and ashamed. Why had I been so trusting when they clearly hadn't trusted me?

I've let all of Kendrick's talk of respect cloud my judgment. I didn't know anything about the King or Prince, and now I was even more confused.

The two of them seemed kind, funny, and even somewhat like a normal family.

But now, after they admitted to poisoning me, there was no way I could trust them.

Even if it didn't harm me, what if it would have? What would they have done then?

Alex—no—Prince Alexander, he wasn't my friend. I wasn't going to address him as such anymore.

Prince Alexander must have noticed my change in mood because I saw how he watched me carefully out of the corner of his eye. However, I refused to give in and make eye contact. He wasn