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Princess Yeri.

It has been two days.

Two days since I accepted my fate. The words of the king are still fresh in my ear and I cannot do anything to turn it off. After that night, Gladys issued a royal decree that stated my new title. Yeri of Elanor, the dragon wolf’s consort—a fancy name for concubine, mistress, whore, harlot and more. I bowed and I accepted a title that made me bite my tongue. I was upgraded into the Diamond floor and since then, I have shut the door from the face of everyone.

The only time I open the doors is to accept food from the kitchen workers who would come in with a variety of everything. Just yesterday, they brought silk, jewellery, dress and shoes that are supposed to amount to honor but they are nothing compared to what I own in Elanor. My only solace is that I am on the highest floor where I cannot hear their voices, their music, their arguments or banter. It makes me feel like I am trapped but in my own world.

The Diamond floor is wide. It is unlike the