The coronation ceremony was lavish, ostentatious, and carried out with great fanfare.
No noble was bold enough to ask why it was Liam who was to be coroneted and not Theodore.
Emily realized halfway through that nothing could have prepared her for it. From the ceremony itself to the forced smiles, the boring mingling, and everything that followed… she wouldn’t have been able to withstand such pressure.
“Are you okay, dorgoy?” Theodore asked her as she was about to retire to the balcony for some fresh air.
She let out a strangled “I’m good,” and rushed out of the ball-like ceremony.
He naturally followed after her. She could sense him. Thus, when she arrived at the balcony, and peered down at the gardens, she said through her tears, “I am so sorry, Theo.”
He trapped her body
