Eilika kept staring at the clock, but there was still no sign of Damian. It had already been over an hour. Unable to remain restless in the room, she finally headed to the guest wing where August was staying.
She hesitated before the door, her hand hovering over the wood before she finally knocked.
"It's me, Eilika. Damian, are you still inside?"
August, who had begun to drown himself in alcohol, stumbled toward the door.
"Didn't your husband return to you?" he mused with a drunken grin as he swung the door open.
"Where is Damian?" Eilika asked, her gaze stern as she took a respectful step back from him. "What did you say to him?"
"I told him the truth," August replied, his voice thick with the scent of wine. "About me and Liliana. About how she chose him over me."
Eilika furrowed her brows. "Prince August, you should go to bed. I will find my husband on my own." She turned to leave, but August's voice stopped her in her tracks.
