After what had happened at the dinner, Milena was having a hard time putting her heart at ease. She had let her emotions get the best of her too many times today, but this long week of bridal selection was starting to take its toll on her. She wanted to go home and relax with her brothers instead of having to fight with all these envious girls. She hated their fake smiles, the ambition that overflowed their mouths, and all those words that cut sharper than blades.
Milena had been trained for this her whole life, yet she had enough. Would this be the same if she became a princess or Queen? A constant battle, a thrive to survive? What a cruel world they lived in... The poor struggled to not die of the cold and hunger, while the rich nobles plotted and killed each other instead. Would she ha
