Christabel's pov

"She's my betrothed." The prince answered.

What? I mean I didn't hear the prince. Betrothed? Like he's betrothed to that rude amd bitchy girl?

Why? I felt jealous suddenly. No, I shouldn't be jealous. I'm not even the Prince's type.

"Do you love her?" I asked.

"No. I was forced. I shouldn't be telling you this. But somehow, I'm trusting you." My cheeks flushed at that and he continued. "My father wants me to get married as soon as am through with school and take the throne afterwards." He explained further.

He's really going to get married to someone. Why do I feel like my heart has been...