For several more days, there was scarcely a peep from the prince.
Lily had come to the heart-aching conclusion that he was bored of her services—that like all the other consorts, she would be disposed of to live the rest of her life alone within the palace walls.
She hated the thought of being like them—girl after girl watching her with those eyes that blazed of jealousy and discontent. For that reason alone, Lily tried to swallow her jealousy. She helped Samantha on two more occasions to care for the girl and despite all the ugly feelings that swirled within her when she thought about that night she’d watched them together, Lily couldn’t help but grow fond of of her. Kimma wasn’t like the other consorts. She was full of innocence and passion—she was tender, warm and curious.