Prince Zidane gave a small approving nod as he straightened. "She is from the Levine family and..."
"Is she really the one that was chosen?"
I swallowed as the first elder sitting opposite me said, his eyes thin.
"I heard there was a mishap at the bonding, and the original woman you are meant to be bonded with is her sister, not her."
I swallowed, blinking fast and hard. "I am..."
"She is the one I chose," Zidane said simply, leaning forward. "I chose her for myself."
The table went quiet for a while.
"It does seem that the woman you chose for yourself is a rebel, Your Highness."
I lifted my head to Queen Isabella, who set her fork down as the servants went around, serving the food.
"A rebel?"
"Yes. As per my instructions, no woman in the palace is allowed to wear her hair down w
