Love hurts, or was it fate?

Elliana sat on the bed with her face in her hands, her body shaking terribly as she tried to control her emotions that were going haywire just at the thought of Mr. Marino walking to that party with another woman.

She knew she wasn't supposed to feel or react so loudly, but for some reason, she wasn't able to control her thoughts and overthinking. Her hands shivered, and she clenched them around the bedsheets to stop the trembling sensations.

Even her powers felt sorrowful for their human counterpart.

No woman would accept a thing like this whether it was for the throne or something else, especially when that woman was as devoted as Elliana. When that woman was as living and caring as Elliana, who never cared about her life or health for him.

She hiccuped loudly, wiping her tears furiously as she felt angry at herself for crying over something that wasn't in her control.