A Crushed Heart

Fuschia moves to the side while people's attention is still on the pair. With her breath starting to feel heavy, Fuschia tried to close the distance from Dylan. Every inch she prayed and prayed. That all this is just a fabrication.

'Yeah, this must be just a trick. What was Dylan up there for? Surely the king had threatened Dylan with our lives on the line so he had to fulfill his game. Look at him. He seemed forced to be up there. Though his smile was so beautiful, he couldn't do it because of them. It's sickening.'

The empty tray she was carrying began to fill with empty glasses placed by the nobles. Her movements were so neat and effortless as she handed the tray full of empty glasses to other servants. Then she changed to carrying a tray filled with tiny cupcakes.

'Is that why they told me that Dylan was dead when he is very much alive? For this purpose? I don't understand what kind of political fight the king is going through, but does Dylan's presence that important?'

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