The evening at the royal table with diplomats from other countries, seated in his place and facing Cordelia, had been more than boring. It had been disastrous.
Alexander made up an excuse and was not there. But Alexa was still officially his wife and had to answer questions about him, as if they were a real couple.
Worse than that, she had to listen to diplomats offering Klaus brides.
Cordelia had the excuse of being a recent widow and withdrew, looking at Alexa with a contemptuous look, as if she was enjoying a small victory.
As soon as the princess was able to leave the hall and escape to the bedroom, away from the conversation of diplomats and courtiers, Alexa did that.
Not even the great step of helping the city to get rid of the plague, thanks to the exceptional knowledge of her brother and two other excellent doctors, was enough to quell the agony she was feeling in her chest now.