"—Match over! The victor is Julies Evans of the Draken Duchy!"
"As expected of him. He's good," Alice Draken said, nodding in quiet satisfaction as the referee's voice echoed across the arena.
Her attendant, Julies Evans, had just defeated Gareth—just as she'd asked him to.
The plan was proceeding perfectly.
They would meet in the finals… just like they had promised.
And now, it was her turn to carry out her part of that promise.
"I'm really hurt, you know? You should pay attention when someone's talking to you."
"I'm sorry, Ami," Alice said, blinking back to the present.
"Well, it's fine," Amelia replied with a teasing smile. "It's not the first—or even the second—time you've completely spaced out on me."
Ah… oh dear.
Alice realized she had committed yet another faux pas.
Only when her opponent spoke did she finally look up and meet her eyes—those soft, glimmering eyes she knew so well.
Amelia Frost.
