❝ In a world tainted by decadent rulers, the Princess must step back to her kingdom for a revamp of the rules, claiming her rightful place on the throne ❞
Rules are made to be broken was the only rule Lysandra ever abided by. When that very principl...
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Deceit. It was everywhere.
And in the royal household, it was sipped along with their morning teas everyday. Lysandra hated to be prejudiced or judgemental but, each day she spent with them, the more horrid her mind deemed them to be. The Dimitrovs had a good head and thought for the betterment of the kingdom but, they did what they had to do. Burying the skeletons in their respective closets, they stuck together. That was the one thing Lysandra appreciated.
But, her father's brother, Timotheus, was still a mystery. He was all but a nasty prick with creepy instincts for all she cared but, if her assumptions were right, he didn't look like he would stay with her father once he saw a way to grab all the power he could get. As she told Laurent all of the things she had observed, he made a silly joke about it and she laughed it out, feeling rejuvenated and distracted from the stress that took over her head.
"King Georgiy has summoned you, your grace," the servant maid said from beyond the door of her bed chambers, knocking it in the process.
"I will be there," Lysandra responded back and rolled her eyes. "Guess I have to go."
"One of these days, Lysa," Laurent chuckled through the screen, "your eyes will permanently stay at the back of your head."
"Oh, come on! You sound like Jay who used to say my mouth would remain a scowl forever because I rarely smiled."
"Well, she isn't wrong!"
"Whatever you say, big guy," she rasped, tying her hair up into a ponytail. "I have been summoned by an asshole, I have to go now."
"You mean the Russian wannabe you're engaged to? Yeah, well, I am better off assuming he doesn't exist," Laurent confessed. He despised acknowledging the fact that she was betrothed for obvious reasons but, he could not do anything except believing that things would get better soon enough. "Oh, how I wish I could bash him in."
Lysandra giggled. "Alright, let me go now. I will call you back tonight."
Laurent sent her a puppy-eyed look followed by a flying kiss before she cringed and cut the call, making him wink.
The servant waiting outside got impatient and knocked the door once again. "I apologize, your majesty, but he wanted you to be there as soon as possible. He is waiting in his guest chamber."
"I'm coming!"
The doors opened and the servant crouched further, expecting a punishment, being used to the unfair royals. Lysandra sighed, assuring her she was not angry and the girl raced down the corridor after muttering a thank you. The guards looked as aloof as ever, staring straight ahead. She offered them a mock salute and sauntered down the hallway wondering what the asshole Avgustine called her to him for.
However, once she walked into the chambers, it was not Avgustine she saw. It was Nikolaus Georgiy who was standing by the fireplace, his brows furrowed and his eyes fixed on the sursurring flames.
