[Imperial Palace—Lavinia's POV — Lavinia's Chamber]
I slumped onto my bed like a defeated cat, limbs sprawled dramatically, staring at the ceiling.
"I think…" I began.
Sera glanced at me while lovingly patting Marshi, who was purring like a satisfied king. I sighed heavily and finished, "...I don't have any marriage fate in my life."
Sera hummed thoughtfully. "I shouldn't agree with you, Your Highness—but unfortunately, I'm forced to." She scratched Marshi under the chin. "Whenever love or marriage enters your life, chaos follows immediately."
I groaned and rolled onto my side, yanking the blanket over my head. "Ugh… people are very, very wrong. Beautiful women don't get men easily."
I poked my head out dramatically. "We get more trouble instead."
Sera laughed softly. And then—"Your Highness?"
That voice.
I peeked out again and waved lazily. "Hi there, Haldor."
