|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
“Are you sure you are fine, Mirrielle?” Queen Isabel asked. The worry and concern in her eyes were evident.
“Yes, your highness. No need to worry about me. My ankle will heal before the party—”
“I understand if you can’t attend to it. Your utmost priority right now is to ensure that you finally heal from your sprained ankle,”
“Isabel is right, Mirrielle. If you must lock yourself for the next days, you must,” Lorenzo even joined in. I couldn’t help but scoff at his direction.
“Stop asserting your demands, Renzo. Of course, I’ll stay inside my room for a few more days. Have you seen a woman suffering from a sprained ankle dancing in the halls?” I sneered.
“I haven’t” he replied right away. I only shook my head in disbelief, then heard Queen Isabel’s
