"..."
"..."
Empress Gisella wasn't sure what was worse.
Was it meeting her in-laws for the first time back then, or suddenly finding herself face-to-face with a possible family member?
No. Scratch that.
This wasn't just possible—it was hopefully inevitable. This was someone who had to become a part of their family.
Because if her son's expressions were any basis for judgment, then that willful child might just throw everything away if he failed to succeed in this. But then again, if she were being honest, he would likely keep living, but only out of duty, stripped of the life she had glimpsed in him today.
Gisella shivered at the thought. And who could blame her?
Back when she had met Xavian's parents, she had been told she held herself well. She had prepared speeches in case they declared she wasn't a good fit for their son, or if they dared to bring up the idea of concubines.
