Aria sat at the breakfast table, her gaze fixed on the dark coffee swirling in her cup—it reminded her of the prisoner’s eyes. He had looked straight at her, unflinching, until the soldiers dragged him away. The intensity of that stare still lingered, unsettling her. And why hadn’t the sedatives worked on him?“Aria, are you alright?” Her uncle’s voice pulled her back from her thoughts. “Yes, Your Majesty,” she replied quickly.“You should eat. You haven’t been eating much lately,” he said, pointing toward her untouched plate.“Don’t pressure her,” Queen Meredith interjected. “If she wants to stay slim, let her. At her age, finding a suitor isn’t getting any easier.”Aria picked up her cup of coffee to wash away the bitter taste in her mouth. God, could she dislike this woman any more than she already did?"But Her Highness has extraordinary beauty," princess Yvaine began and Aria prepared herself to puke in her own mouth. "She only needs to be more… soft-spoken. I could help with t
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