Soleia rolled her eyes with a short laugh as she went over to the couch. Sighing, she dropped onto the cushioned seat, leaning her head back against the backrest before sighing loudly.
She was exhausted after everything that had happened, and now that they were back in the palace, she ironically felt way more at peace and relaxed than outside, despite her initial plans to escape.
"I seem to recall you were readily agreeable to marry her when your father initially asked," Soleia said, keeping her eyes shut. Rafael stilled. "That was the condition he set forth for you to become the crown prince, was it not?"
"Well, yes, it was," Rafael said with a frown. "But―"
"And when you agreed to marry her, it would already mean that your father expected you to consummate the marriage with her."
"I've already expressed that it wouldn't be the case―"
"Just," Soleia said. Her eyes slowly opened. "You've said it only just. Not before."
