Nothing happened the rest of the day.
Princess Davina stayed in her room composed of the necessary furniture and a dressing table.
She tried sleeping, but she couldn't.
Not only because the room wasn't up to her comfortable standards, but also because she was thinking about something. Early in the morning, when people haven't even woken up yet, she sat up and rubbed her face.
A soft sigh escaped her red-glossed lips.
"Am I really that inadequate…?" Princess Davina murmured, her fingers tightening around the sheet in frustration, thinking about the fact that she doesn't know anything about Kaelthar. "Why would Father keep this from me? Even if he has no intention of naming me his successor—matters of such importance like this should not be withheld. I've proven myself capable, haven't I? So why…?"
Initially, Princess Davina didn't know who Rex was going to meet by coming here.
