Chapter 57: His Puppet Bride
Unfortunately for Nadeira, the banquet did not stop for long.
After Victoria stormed out, the music resumed, though she felt the heavy energy filled with whispers and curious eyes.
Nadeira sat stiff beside Levius at the long royal table.
Every time she shifted her arm, the mark beneath her skin flared like burning coals, keeping her in place.
Levius bent closer, showing his stone-like smile. "Don't glare too hard. They'll think you're plotting."
"I am plotting," Nadeira mumbled back in a quite strict tone.
His smirk widened and he looked like an old shark now. "Good. That makes you entertaining."
The nobles laughed at jokes from the king's ministers, wine glasses clinked so many times, Nadeira forgot the count, roasted meats filled the air.
But every so often, pairs of eyes slid toward Nadeira, their judgment was so obvious from one mouth to another…
"She's really cursed and strange."
