ATTACK LAUNCH

EVANORA’S POV

Two days had gone by since my dad’s failed attempt to forcefully get the witch’s blessing and I’d spent every second in fear of him trying to force another attempt.

After all, he had made his intention of getting me married to the Prince with or without her blessing very clear.

Not only that, the Prince had still not managed to get an ounce of shame as he still lived in my room rather comfortably, hanging out with my dad at intervals and interfering with the affairs of the palace.

Though I had temporarily moved out of my room, it didn’t stop my dad from having tons of guards stalk me. If anything, it only seemed like they had increased in number, all watching me as if their lives depended on it.

“Tell me,” I whispered to Matthew as we trained. “How much can you get paid for you to agree to do nothing but stare at me all day? Aren’t these guards seriously bored or do they all have secret crushes on me or something?”

“It’s nice to know you flatter yourself that much,” he