Standing behind Uphara, Alexina stood silently, clasping her hands. She kept on biting her lips, almost causing them to bleed while she tugged on her clothes, feeling her heart in her mouth.
"Y-Your M-Majesty," Alexina uttered, unsure if she should speak or not.
"Why did you lie about your bloodline?" Uphara asked in a grim voice, her back facing the young lady.
"I d-didn't mean to l-lie," Alexina replied, her voice quivering, trying hard not to break down. "I-I was f-forced to do s-so."
"So, you mean that the Duke of Dralia forced you to lie about your bloodline and become the bride?" Uphara's cold, emotionless eyes laid on the woman as she turned towards her, making her flinch. She leaned towards her, keeping a few inches between their faces. "Who are you exactly?"
"I-I am an o-o
