The prince responds. "Yes, Father."
I clenched my hands and kept my mouth shut.
The king looked at his son with a smile. "That's good. I'm happy for you. You won't be alone no more."
"You may rise now."
The prince thanked his father and rose. He waited for his father to speak.
His father waved his hand, "Stay here and eat with us. This is a celebration."
He turned to stare at the crowd. "Come, Lady Myra. This is your time to shine."
A woman in a tight red dress smiled. She walked past me, her high heels clicking across the floor, and she appeared by the prince's side.
She smiled at her fiancé, and she grabbed his hands. "My love, it's an honor to marry you."
From the corner of my eye, Alexander didn't move his hands away from her.
This made me furious. A burning fire spread throughout my body. My hands turned warm, then I looked down.
Astonishment filled me because the floor was burnt, and a black handprint appeared. I looked at my hand. What on earth?
