Despite having made an agreement with the Crown Prince, Althea never truly believed him. In the novel she knew, the man was merely a deceiver who would destroy her life until the very end.
Although the Crown Prince guaranteed her safety, Althea still thought of another plan: escape. To get away from him as quickly as possible.
And the first thing that came to her mind—she had to start a new life using her original appearance. No need to wait, no need to contemplate. The situation was already urgent. She only needed one thing: Morfida.
However, there was an obstacle. Althea could not read or write. Even sending a letter was impossible for her.
That night, her room door creaked open.
Caspian entered with a calm step, carrying an oil lamp. The dim light highlighted his face, which looked as if it had been sculpted by the hand of a god: a sharp jaw, a straight nose, thin lips with a deadly curve. His pair of dark blue eyes glowed faintly, like a deep ocean full of secrets.
