Not long after, the horse carriage stopped at the busy city square.
Avvion stepped down first, then extended his hand with full style toward Ophilia.
"Please, My Lady. Today, I want you to forget all your problems at the palace,"
said Avvion. His voice was loud enough to be heard by the common people, making everyone whisper about how romantic their Crown Prince was.
Ophilia received that hand. In other people's eyes, they looked like the perfect couple. But in the eyes of Olivia who had just stepped down from the horse carriage...
I'm done for...
Olivia swallowed. On Avvion's wrist, that black thread was no longer trembling roughly, but it coiled softly on Ophilia's arm as if a kind of snare.
Its colour was very thick, a sign of obsession and a very strong desire to possess but not on the basis of pure love. There was still an element of using.
"Olivia, walk a little faster,"
whispered Celine, startling Olivia. All three of them were already in front of Olivia.
