*Valka*
My feet hurt, but my heart hurts even deeper. Breakfast had been uneventful. I'm not sure what Margot expected but she seemed rather displeased when I informed her that King Lucien hardly looked at me.
Why would he? There were fifteen other women with sumptuous cleavage cooing and giggling at his every word. Sophisticated 'oohs' and 'aahs' were all they said, touching their food only when King Lucien ate his.
I told her I would try, but heavens help me, I lied. I wasn't going to starve myself and pretend to gain His Royal Misery's attention.
Plus, no one had told me the chair at the table's head was his. There was only one chair left and I assumed it was mine. Worse yet, the stunning woman named Lilith had told me nicely that it was mine.
