Priscilla knew Kade's emotions were all over the place. She applauded how well he hid it behind an aloof expression. She saw the truth. She witnessed the pain in his dark eyes. She saw the hatred lingering in his gaze.
He hated her. She loved power. Thus, she loved him.
"Your Highness," Priscilla addressed, presenting him with her best smile but it barely provoked an reaction from him.
Kade frowned deeply at her presence. His eyes were bloodshot and he appeared to not have slept for days. There was a rugged appearance about him that only made him more handsome in her eyes.
"Uhm..." Priscilla trailed off, not sure where to begin.
Whatever it'd take for Priscilla to receive Lina's treatment as his wife, Priscilla was willing to do. She couldn't stand being a handmaiden anymore. She was once the served. Not the servant.
"What's this?" Kade demanded, picking up the empty piece of paper on the tray.
