Rosaline looked around the hall, still waiting for Lucian to come back from his talk with Prime Minister Varric. The massive chamber, once so alive with chatter and clinking glasses, now felt suffocating.
It was already midnight, and her dread for this day was increasing rapidly, tightening around her chest like an iron band.
She wanted..no, needed to be with Lucian at this moment, to keep him within her sight, to prevent him from doing anything reckless, anything that could turn against her favor.
Her lips pressed into a hard line, the gloss of her earlier calm now gone. Only if she knew who his mate was going to be…
She would have already gotten her out of the way, just as she had done with her own mate.
Rosaline clenched her fists while standing in the hall alone with the confidants of Prime Minister Varric. Her nails dug sharply into her soft palms, leaving crescent marks as she tried to suppress the desperate urge to storm out in search of Lucian.
