Share

Chapter Eleven

Underworld Realm

Lothaire's Demesne

Palace

•PHAELIN•

I contemplated in my chamber. However, my thoughts were blank—a strange occurrence. Most of the time, they would suffocate my mind with meandering and turning whispers.

I was planning to head to the library. However, a knock on my door came. I opened the access of my room and it revealed a light auburn-haired woman. "Your majesty," she greeted and bowed, “I am one of Bryndis' seamstresses—appointed to design your wedding gown.” She had green eyes and a pleasing smile.

I let her in. Albeit I was against this sudden marriage, I tried to keep my composure. She placed her sewing gear on top of my bed and took out her measuring tape. The needlewoman started determining the dimensions of my body. "What is your name?” I plainly asked.

“Ayila, your highness,” she answered, “Would you like to put forward any specification on the gown?”

“Specification?” I repeated as I tried to confirm.

“We already drawn from the tap. However, w
Bab Terkunci
Membaca bab selanjutnya di APP

Bab terkait

Bab terbaru

DMCA.com Protection Status