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    I deliberately made my way into Makenna’s circle and soon identified a chink in her armor. Her maid, Lily, was a simpleton—how could she dare to harbor feelings for Prince Dominic? Yet, this weakness became an opportunity for me.


    I began to weave my web, using every encounter with Lily to sow discord between her and Makenna. Jealousy began to fester in Lily’s mind, and her resentment toward Makenna grew palpable.


    At the banquet, Lily approached me with the token that yton had given Makenna. “I took this from Makenna. Please keep this secret and don’t expose me,” Lily pleaded anxiously.


    I epted the token with a nod, though inwardly, I was grinning. Lily was nothing more than a pawn, easily manipted.


    The banquet was in full swing when I received shocking news—Makenna’s child was actually Prince Bryan’s! This revtion meant I might still have a chance to be with yton.


    Watching yton from a corner of the banquet hall, I saw him drowning his sorrows in drink.


    My heart raced with anticipation—my moment was finally at hand! As expected, yton soon sumbed to drunkenness. I quickly moved to support him, but he brusquely pushed me away, instructing a servant to take him home.


    Unwilling to let the opportunity slip through my fingers, I quietly followed yton outside the banquet hall. The servant escorted him back to his residence, and the guards at the door were unusually vignt. I approached, worried they might turn me away. To my surprise, because of the incident in the cemetery, I had be a favorite of the king, and even the guards treated me with respect.


    “Are you here to see His Highness?” one of the guards asked with a respectful nod.


    I nodded in response, preparing an excuse, but the guard’s gaze fell upon the token in my hand. Noticing my anxious demeanor, they assumed I had urgent business and allowed me to pass without further questions.


    I found yton’s room and gently pushed open the door. Hey on the bed, mumbling Makenna’s name in his stupor. A wave of jealousy surged within me. Why could Makennamand such devotion from yton?


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    I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Fortunately, I hade prepared. I had sprayed myself with Makenna’s signature perfume, obtained from Lily. The familiar scent filled the dim room as I crept closer to yton’s bed.


    Under the influence of alcohol, yton’s eyes fluttered open, and he, mistaking me for Makenna, pulled me into his arms. His usually cold gaze softened with tenderness as he whispered, “Makenna, I miss you… Please don’t leave…”


    He held me close, his words a testament to his longing and love for Makenna. My jealousy was a burning me, yet I also felt a wicked triumph. This was my moment.


    I reached out, my fingers tracing his face, unbuttoning his clothes, and caressing his skin in a seductive dance. I had expected to spend the night with yton, but to my utter frustration, he suddenly halted. His eyes, momentarily clear, focused on me.


    “Makenna, you’re…”


    “Pregnant. I’m drunk, and I don’t want to hurt you tonight. I just want to hold you,” he said softly.


    yton simply held me, offering nothing more. Damn it! All my scheming hade to naught! I continued to pull out every trick in the book to seduce him, but he remained resolute, his intoxicated state unable to be swayed. Eventually, the alcohol took its toll, and he sank into a deep sleep.


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