For Guinvere, he felt bad. But an apology was all he could offer. Any further comfort would be nothing but cruelty in disguise.
Guinvere stared at his retreating figure, her chest tightening painfully. Beneath the ache, resentment quietly took root.
For years, she had been the proud daughter admired by countless talents. She had rejected them all without hesitation, because the only one she ever wanted was him.
And now, a woman who appeared out of nowhere had shattered everything.
How could she accept that?
No.
She would never accept defeat.
How could she lose to a woman who, in her eyes, was nothing?
Guinvere's gaze hardened. She convinced herself that Prince Kael was merely momentarily blinded. One day, he would wake up.
When that day came, she and Prince Kael would still be the most perfect pair.
*
When Prince Kael returned alone, many expressions quietly shifted. Anyone with half a mind could guess how that conversation had ended.
