"A letter from the Royal House," Ginevra said checking the mail and picking a letter which had the Royal sign upon it. Abigail and Sharon who were busy sewing, reached their mom to see what she was holding.

"It must be from Roselyn," Abigail murmured, at the sound of her sister's name being mentioned, Sharon's forehead greased.

Abigail opened it, it was an invite for the wedding of King John Waldburg and Roselyn Clayton.

"I can not believe she did this. What did I do to deserve such a deplorable offense by none other but my own sister."

Sharon spatted, and her mind was too occupied by negative thoughts to notice the scolding gaze Abigail gave her.

"Can you be happy for once for her? And not make everything about yourself?" she replied, as she couldn't take her sister's complaints anymore.

Sharon looked at her, her mouth dropped hearing what her sister dared to say.

"Excuse me?" she asked to make sure that she heard well.

"You heard me. Look, I am sorry that she destroyed your dream of marrying the King and becoming Queen. But you should move on, there are so many other boys in circulation." She spatted keeping her voice calm not to create an argument.

Sharon raised her right eyebrow in the usual way she did before getting mad at someone.

"Just like she had many other boys in circulation yet she still stole who was supposed to be my man in a sneaky cruel way." She raised her voice and walked in front of her. Tapping with her finger on her sister's forehead, "Open your eyes, Abigail, she did all this in secret. When she was constantly disappearing during events, she was probably with him trying to enchant him with the speeches she heard from us." She said clenching her teeth and knitting her eyebrow.

Abigail took a step back, departing from her touch. She took a deep breath and replied, "if so then you should ask yourself why she felt the need to keep it hidden from us. Maybe because she knew you well enough to know you will rather lose your sister than a high-ranked man." She replied acknowledging she was going to begin a dispute.

"I can't believe you are telling me it's my fault if she betrayed me." Sharon folded her arms.

"Can you try to be a good sister for once in your life and not putting yourself on the pedestal?"

"You would have said the same things if she stole Lord Victor from you." She spat pointing her finger against her chest.

"Stop it" Ginevra stretched her hand in the middle of her daughters. Stepping in the middle of them.

Her gaze which was darting back and forth between Abigail and Sharon stopped to stare at Sharon for some instants, "we are going to the wedding and support Roselyn. No scenes shall be caused. If your intentions are to create chaos or give her any trouble then I highly suggest you remain home."

Opening her mouth to talk back her mother lifted her hand and went to gaze at her other daughter. "Abigail, you should mind your tone of voice and try to be more comprehensible rather than judging."

After the quick scolding, Ginevra spread her arms in a sign of resignation.

"I didn't raise you to become like this. I am very disappointed in the two of you." By saying that she gasped, giving a last glance to both of them, then she headed back to her room.

"You're not the only one to be disappointed," Sharon commented under her breath, heading to her room.

Just like every evening since Roselyn's departure, Sharon created arguments and spent her day complaining about how she was the victim of the situation and how deluded she felt for the way Rose betrayed her.

She seemed like she lost her hopes and desires turning completely uninterested in searching for a man. Locking in her room, Sharon felt abandoned by all her family and the fault was attributed to the one that resided in the Royal House, a place she was wanted to belong to.

As her mind was wandering around trying to search for proof that would solve her problems or at least prove her point to her family, she remembered about Lord David. Her eyes flashed in joy when she saw the light under the tunnel. Her lips curved into a crooked grin. What a coincidence that she was in good graces with him.

Every guest could extend their invitation to one maximum of two people, It would just be a shame if she didn't invite Lord David to the wedding.

Taking her decision she stepped out of her room, in a few minutes she left the house and was already sitting inside the carriage.

Her mother afterall prohibits her to make a scene but she wasn't prohibited to bring someone there that would do it for her.

She chuckled picturing the face of her sister at the arrival of David.

When the carriage stopped in front of the Darington's mansion she cleared her voice before stepping outside. The carriage took off and she reached the door, she took a long breath before knocking.

To her luck, Lord David was the one who opened the door, his gaze was surprised seeing her there.

He bowed down and she replicated his gesture. Then she spoke, "Hello Lord David, always a pleasure." He smiled, "Miss Sharon, I am sorry to inform you that Lord Fernand is not at home right now. I am all by myself."

Sharon offered a gentle smile as she walked closer to him. "Actually you are the one I was looking for." She said, her voice sounded slightly worried.

The man's eyes narrowed, as he was left in stunned silence trying to figure out what that lady wanted from him.

"I can't deny the high esteem I have for you. I wanted to check how you are after what happened."

His tense facial expression relaxed, "I heard the news about your sister and the King." His voice was raspy and full of resentment.

"If I can say in total confidence, I wanted her to be with you. You seemed to get along and I know you could have made her happy." She vocalized her thoughts and gasped.

"No-no-no." He murmured shaking his head.

"I have enough of her and him." He spatted, pointing at his casted leg.

Sharon lifted her eyebrow, "Do they have to do something about your leg?"