“Of course not,” I insisted, my voice soft and persuasive. “I know my sister. Sometimes, people need to see what they’re about to lose before they understand their true feelings. You love her, Pierre, and I know she can love you too... but she needs to be shown.”
He hesitated, but I could see the conflict in his eyes. He wanted Raphaella to love him, but he was afraid of pushing her too far. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice to a whisper. “You’ve tried everything else. What harm could it do to show her that someone else might take her place if she continues to push you away?”
His jaw tightened, and after a long moment, he finally nodded, though reluctantly. “Alright. We’ll try it your way. But I won’t go too far.”
A rush of excitement shot through me, though I kept my expression calm and understanding. “Of course, my King. I’ll help you however I can.”
As I left his study, my heart pounded with victory. He was finally starting to see things my way. Soon, I would be the one standing at his side—not Raphaella.