She walks down the halls, holding the walls. Unable to walk properly.
Her body was frail and tired. Hunger aggravated her condition further.
She sees the celebrations going on in full swing downstairs, with staff running around decorating and preparing.
Today was the day.
Her mate was going to select someone else, rejecting her.When just last night he had mated her.
Opening her hair, tied in a bun above her head. She uses it to cover her neck and shoulders, hiding the evidence of her being claimed by the King.
A shaky breath leaves her lips as she felt her vision going hazy. She was too weak.
But if someone is to notice her and see her like this. They will point more fingers at her.
No ..she can't let that happen.
Gulping, she looks down at her attire. Before leaving his room, she
