Divorced woman

Back at the castle, the servants hurried in every direction, scrambling to prepare for the sudden meeting with the kingdom's most esteemed figures. Meanwhile, Belle remained confined to her room, her repeated attempts to escape proving futile.

She had knocked countless times, asking the guards stationed outside whether Mia had returned, but the answer was always the same—no.

Now seated in a chair, her body slumped with exhaustion, she was beginning to resign herself to fate. Perhaps it was easier to simply go along with everything. It wasn't as though she objected to the preparations, she would have had to face them in seven days regardless. But what irked her was Hezekiah's audacity to make such a drastic decision without consulting her. 

Had he taken her words to heart? The ones about him needing to bed her before fully trusting her?