On the day of the celebration.
"Make sure nothing goes wrong on this occasion, I have had enough of you falling out," Leyla said, her piercing gaze fixed on Miller, who bowed and swiftly left the room.
"Mother, we both know Zyran wouldn't fall for petty tricks. Why bother trying anyway?" Katia said.
"Would you rather we sit on our hands while the rest of them fall into the good graces of the king? I would have been happier if I had been blessed with a son. At least I would be sure where I stand," Leyla said with a scowl.
Katia smirked, her defiance evident.
"Oh dear mother, I guess you have too many sins to have had a daughter, but I don't care about sharing your attention. My focus should be on Duke Ezekiel tonight. I can't afford to lose my chances with him."
Leyla sighed heavily.
