Elsa and Chris were both startled when they heard a loud slam on the table.
"Are you truly delusional, Milda?" Prince Andrius inquired. "The werewolf prince has already found his mate. He will never spare you a glance. The sole reason he agreed to marry Hera is because he hadn't found his mate at that time."
"But doesn't he require a powerful queen by his side?" Milda countered. "That woman possesses neither power nor royal lineage. Her father's identity is shrouded in mystery; she's likely a bastard. Father will never grant her a title."
"Forget it, Milda," Prince Andrius declared, shaking his head. "I won't assist you. This alliance isn't about you, Hera, or any of us. It's about Zemaria and its people. Moreover, even if I were to assist you, Christopher will never forsake his mate for you."
As Prince Andrius walked away, the sound of Princess Milda's sobbing filled the air for a few moments before she too left.