When Ronda left prince Gareth's chambers she felt drained, was the prince really that blinded by his love for this woman? Was he really planning on proposing to her at the ball? She couldn't allow it, if Gareth married Melissa that would automatically put her next in line to be queen. The hand maiden shook her head, "I can't allow that to happen, we can't have a nosferatu woman as queen that's preposterous!"
But what could she do? The ball was the very next day, if she was going to put a stop to the proposal she was going to have to think of something quick. Ronda nibbled the inside of her lip as she pondered on her options, maybe she could just tell the queen? No, that would make Gareth hate her, she had promised him that she could be someone he could trust.
"Think about it for a minute princess.."