Late at night…
"What do you think? Am I handsome?"
Aldrian stood in front of the mirror, a confident smile on his face.
"You're far too narcissistic. It's truly disgusting," the voice said coldly.
Aldrian paid no mind. In his eyes, he was handsome—far more than his siblings. At least, that's what he believed, whether or not it matched reality.
Once satisfied with his appearance, he straightened his clothes and walked toward Seira's room. Tonight, he intended to claim her as his.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as a scenario played out in his mind.
One of the voice's suggestions was to use force.
He planned to take advantage of Seira's brief lapse, sleep with her, and trap her—leaving her no choice but to become his wife.
Aldrian knew it was cruel and disgusting. Seira would probably hate him.
But he felt he had no other option. His gut told him that if he missed tonight, all his efforts would be wasted, and Seira would be gone for good.
