I don’t care what the realms will say, I will just make up some stories about being sick and not attending the wedding and that would have been it. I don’t care what people would say, or neither do I give a fuck.

Before the announcement of the wedding, which was a couple of three days ago, I had summoned Gérard to my chambers and begged him not to go ahead with this wedding.

“Please, I would do anything. Don’t just go ahead with the wedding, I’m begging you.” He turned deaf ears to my pleadings and left.

I knew he was done with me. His look was dark, as...