Paranoia

“I see…” I murmured as I wondered what it was that I was really seeing.

I guessed that Bradon no longer considered me his responsibility. The times when I head out to meet the prince as Dahlia, I would no longer be his contract bride and it probably made sense that he didn’t need to be responsible for keeping me out of harm’s way. Although I knew that this was how things were supposed to be, I couldn’t help the sinking feeling in my chest.

“Of course, if you would like a driver or an escort, I would be happy to escort you,” Zain offered with a kind smile.

“No, thank you. I am not going out today…” I replied before turning on my heels and walking back into the mansion.