The Harrem

Chapter 21 - The Harem

I couldn't sleep. Why? Because of the hot-headed royal charmer who nearly kissed me when I mentioned another man in front of him, despite assuring me he'd never spare me a second glance in that direction. That man confuses me greatly and I would be lucky if he doesn't drive me nuts. Even the plush bed I reclined on within the secluded women's pavilion felt oddly uncomfortable as my thoughts swirled around the enigmatic ruler of Nayak.

But what if Patrick were to attend the coronation ceremony? He was among the rulers of Ruqgu, so he would typically be present at such a grand celebration. I could simply feign ignorance, right? If Eria's plans unfolded smoothly, I was already dead to everyone in Ruqgu. I couldn't help but wonder if they had a grand funeral for me. Did my father attend? I doubted it; he had turned his back on me after my third year of marriage without a child. He embraced my stepbrother and stepsister and disowned me. He even turned a blind eye to