However, Katelyn remained uncertain about the true reason for her invitation. Despite Ryanna’s outward kindness, Katelyn had no illusions—she knew Ryanna harbored disdain for her beneath the surface.
On the surface, Ryanna may seem indifferent, but beneath that calm exterior, her desires inevitably revealed a more selfish nature. The earlier incident with the missing crown was a perfect example of this. Katelyn hadn’t followed up on the aftermath, but it was clear to everyone what had triggered that whole mess.
Without a word, Katelyn moved toward the sofa and took a seat.
Ryanna regarded Katelyn for a moment before saying calmly, “Miss Bailey, are you adjusting well to life in Yata? If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to let me know.”
Katelyn smiled and responded politely, “It’s been pleasant, thank you, Princess Ryanna.”
At that moment, a servant entered, setting down coffee and snacks before quietly excusing themselves. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the room.
The conversation came to a halt, leaving a lingering silence. Despite the growing tension, Katelyn remained unfazed, sipping her coffee with calm composure.
Katelyn’s thoughts drifted toward Vincent, her mind clouded by him. The King’s true intentions for inviting her here still eluded her.
At first, Katelyn had expected a meeting filled with hidden traps and deception, but now it didn’t seem so. The King had even put up no resistance when it came to the engagement cancellation, which left her confused. Could it be that the King was truly this easy to approach? The same could be said for Ryanna. Though she had once played such games, now it seemed she had forgotten everything entirely.
Everything about this situation felt off.
Ryanna remained quiet, sipping her coffee without a word.
Out of nowhere, a voice broke the silence. “Princess Ryanna, Miss Robles is outside, requesting an audience with you.”
Setting down her cup, Ryanna calmly said, “Let her in.”
Katelyn’s brow furrowed for a moment, but she kept her thoughts to herself. After all, this was Ryanna’s guest, and Katelyn had no stake in the matter.
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In no time, Fiona appeared at the door. As soon as her eyes landed on Katelyn, she froze, her expression souring briefly. However, she quickly masked her irritation, offering a smile to Ryanna. “Princess Ryanna, look what I’ve brought for you.” Her eyes flicked over her shoulder as she spoke.
Just then, a figure entered, carrying a basket. Nestled inside was a cat, its fur pristine white and its features delicate, almost ethereal. A small bow clip held the long hair on its forehead. It was styled completely like a little girl. Its blue, glass-like eyes darted around, the playful energy of the creature unmistakable.
At first sight, Ryanna instantly adored the tiny cat. Her eyes sparkled with joy, and her face lit up with a happy grin. “What a well-behaved little kitty. Come here, darling. Let me pet you.” Even in her affection, her voice stayed gentle and tender.
Katelyn barely spared a glance at the cat. It certainly had an appealing charm, its appearance almost irresistible to anyone who liked cute things.
Without a word, Fiona lifted the basket and approached Ryanna. Gently, she placed the little creature into Ryanna’s awaiting arms. As Ryanna cradled the cat, her fingers caressed its delicate head, a serene smile settling on her lips. The cat remained perfectly still, neither squirming nor attempting to escape, content to be held and occasionally letting out a gentle meow.
Katelyn’s eyebrows twitched, her attention drawn despite herself. The cat’s meow was almost unnaturally sweet, high-pitched, and utterly charming. Katelyn couldn’t help but feel the urge to stroke its head herself. However, she restrained the impulse, remembering that it was Ryanna’s pet.
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