Prince Herod's POV Again

The moment I entered the dining room, I immediately realized that something was terribly wrong.

The tension in the room was overwhelming, and a variety of emotions ran rampant. But among them were unmistakable feelings of hatred and disgust dominating all others, coupled with a steadfast sense of rejection. Harad and Cissy sat at the head of the table with their heads bowed, this did not bode well. Meanwhile, Walter maintained a stoic demeanor, while Eden and Vashti desperately tried to strike up a conversation.

With a sigh, I took my place on Harad's right, facing Eden.

Beside her, Vashti sat with a look of confusion...