Summary
After breaking off our engagement, the expression on Khazar’s face—when I recommended the prince he would next be engaged to—was like someone standing at the brink of the world’s end. Facing that tragically beautiful look, Eluana let out a small laugh.
“You fool. I promised, didn’t I? That I’d place the imperial crown on your head.”
A flicker of doubt appeared in Khazar’s eyes. If even the slightest possibility remained, he wouldn’t have given up. But now, there was no possibility left for him.
And yet, Eluana spoke of that promise.
“My promises aren’t cheap.”
Looking at Eluana as she declared this, Khazar’s heart pounded so fiercely it felt cruel. Once again, he was helplessly being swept up by her.
Eluana continued,
“Our promise will be kept.”
