But tonight, he was completely drunk. Whether it was because he was too happy or too sad, I did not know. And I did not care.
I only knew that he was now my husband.
I lifted the veil embroidered with flowers, which was my handiwork.
I ordered the servants to bring hot water and carefully wiped the alcohol-flushed cheeks of Draven.
It was only then that I got my first clear look at him. As the rumors had said, he was frail and sickly, with the kind of face that did not seem destined for a long life.
As I held the handkerchief, his hand suddenly grabbed mine. He looked at me with bleary eyes, mumbling, "Elyse… Elyse…"
I lowered my eyes, not wanting him to see the hatred in them.
He was calling my sister's name.
To outsiders, it was well-known that the daughters of the Frederick family did not get along, since we did not share the same mother, and my father never treated us equally.
They were actually right. My relationship with Bianca was awful. Whenever we saw each other, it ended in either a fight or her hitting me. Always her, never me.
I remember that when the Archer family came to accept me as a second wife, they had specifically asked about the relationship between me and my sisters.