Pierre’s eyes flickered with doubt, just as I expected. "Are you sure you're not suggesting it to your own benefit?"
“Of course not,” I insisted, my voice soft and persuasive. “I know my sister. Sometimes, people need to see what they’re about to lose before they understand their true feelings. You love her, Pierre, and I know she can love you too... but she needs to be shown.”
He hesitated, but I could see the conflict in his eyes. He wanted Raphaella to love him, but he was afraid of pushing her too far. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice to a whisper. “You’ve tried everything else. What harm could it do to show her that someone else might take her place if she continues to push you away?”
His jaw tightened, and after a long moment, he finally nodded, though reluctantly. “Alright. We’ll try it your way. But I won’t go too far.”
A rush of excitement shot through me, though I kept my expression calm and understanding. “Of course, my King. I’ll help you however I can.”
As I left his study, my heart pounded with victory. He was finally starting to see things my way. Soon, I would be the one standing at his side—not Raphaella.
I passed a group of maids as I made my way down the hall, their eyes widening as they saw me. I gave them a small, subtle smile, watching as they exchanged glances. Soon, they would see me as the future Lycan Queen, the one destined to be Pierre’s wife.
And Raphaella? She would be nothing more than a distant memory.
