Ryanna’s eyes were filled with shock, the usual sparkle dimming dramatically. She clutched her chest, her body swaying as though she were a delicate leaf caught in a violent wind.

“Why did you do this? Is it because of my health? Or are you afraid I’ll become a burden to you?” Ryanna’s voice broke as she looked at Katelyn. Accusation flickered in her gaze, as if Katelyn had been the one to suggest their separation.

Katelyn remained composed, meeting Ryanna’s eyes directly. Ryanna was well aware of the history between Katelyn and Vincent, even going as far as sending Annie to sabotage their relationship. But now…

A serious look crossed Katelyn’s face. Could a princess truly be this innocent?

“This isn’t about that. Our relationship was always just a strategic arrangement, lacking any real affection. I had intended to break off the engagement long before this,” Vincent’s reply shifted Ryanna’s focus back to him. Disappointment clouded her eyes. She gripped her chest and coughed several times, her body trembling.

Annie hurried to Ryanna’s side, supporting her while casting a furious look at Vincent. “How could you be so heartless? You know her health is fragile, and she can’t handle stress.”

Vincent’s expression remained cold. “I’m not concerned about that,” he stated bluntly, his words clearly reflecting his indifference toward both Ryanna and the nature of their engagement.

This engagement had been orchestrated by his mother, and Vincent felt no emotional attachment to Ryanna.

Ryanna looked pitiful, but Vincent had witnessed similar acts from Lise before. He was unmoved.

Ryanna clenched her teeth, determined not to cry. She inhaled deeply, shook her head at Annie, and got to her feet.

“Our marriage isn’t just between the two of us. It involves the royal family and the Adams family. You should discuss it with my father.”

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Barry, noticing the growing tension, swiftly intervened. “Dear guests, if you would follow me, the king has prepared a banquet and is awaiting your presence.”

Vincent walked off with Barry but sent a concerned glance back at Katelyn.

Katelyn followed, her back straight and her expression calm. She felt no guilt about her actions with Vincent—there had been nothing inappropriate between them. She approached the banquet without fear. Her primary concern was finding her missing master.

As Katelyn reached the heart of the palace, she was stunned by its sheer opulence. The golden walls and jewels at the entrance seemed insignificant compared to the treasures within. The jewels were not just displayed; they were embedded into the walls, part of the very structure. Katelyn marveled at the royal family’s display of wealth.

At the center, a man dressed in a white robe and hat approached. He wore a large red ruby ring on his right hand and carried a cane. He appeared to be in his forties, with features that suggested he had been handsome in his youth.

Barry immediately bowed to him. “Your Majesty, Mr. Adams and the other guests have arrived.”

Vincent gave a respectful nod. “Your Majesty.” Find the newest release on find?novel.net

The king greeted Vincent warmly, extending his hand. “Mr. Adams, I was informed of your arrival in Yata, but I had to attend to state matters first. Now that you’re here, please, stay for a while.”

Vincent nodded slightly. “Alright.”

It was difficult to refuse the king, but Vincent had no desire to remain in the palace. He wasn’t suited to the aristocratic way of life.

The king then turned to Jaxen, his smile widening.

“So, it’s the young master of the Lawrence family. You’ve become even more remarkable over the years.” Jaxen returned the smile. “I’m honored that you remember me, Your Majesty.”

The king chuckled. “How could I forget? Your red hair always leaves a lasting impression.”

At that moment, there was no sense of royal authority in his demeanor. The king seemed more like a kind elder, speaking warmly with Vincent and the others.

Katelyn quietly observed the interaction until the king’s gaze shifted toward her. She noticed the flicker of shock and confusion in his eyes.

Why… Why was he looking at her like that?

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