The medical reports are ready. Fake medical reports. Convincing medical reports. You paid a doctor to write that you suffered nerve damage after an accident. He never wrote that I’d never recover. He only stated that I currently have limited movement. You’re using careful words to describe a lie.
I know exactly what I’m doing. Do you? Because you didn’t even know three princesses were already waiting for you. That only makes my plan even more necessary. Why? Because they arrived expecting a healthy crown prince. And a wealthy one. They’re wealthy, too. I want to know whether they’ll still respect me when they believe I’ve become weak.
But you’re not weak. They’ll believe I am. And what exactly will that prove? It’ll reveal who they truly are when life is no longer perfect. I still I’ve spent too many years watching people change the moment they discover who I really am. Not everyone is pretending, Alexander.
