VALORIA WILDEROSE
Ah. So that's what this is about. The rumor crafted to make me a target.
"How dare you soil the name of His Majesty by attaching yours to it!" another girl practically screams, her face flushed red.
All of these women glare at me with bloody murder—all for one singular man who doesn't even see them as anything more than toys to pass his time, pawns in his game to torment me.
Idiots easily manipulated by their obvious desire.
"That rumor isn't true."
"Well, of course it isn't. Did you think anyone would believe someone like you could ever win His Majesty's attention?" Alice taunts.
I take a deep breath and exhale.
"T-Then w-why am I—I here? Why a-are you w-w-wasting your t-time on me if you kn-know it's j-just a lie?"
"Because things like you never know their place. They dream of being free of the shackles they're born with, so they need to be reminded, over and over again, never to overstep."
