Mia, Sophia and Liana stared at Riven, shocked by his sudden outburst. Riven, on the other hand, was simply pissed. He could have taken them talking to him harshly, but them starting to look down on him—he couldn't take that.
Mia stepped forward, standing a few inches away from him, her cold, above-it-all gaze locked with his.
"You believe you can speak to us because our grandfathers engaged us? Have you forgotten that you are speaking to higher nobility? Or should I help you remember?" she asked, rubbing the base of her sword.
Riven glanced at her hand and looked up again. "I seriously don't care. I would speak the same even if I had no ties to you, because I don't like people in my face.
I never spoke about our engagement, and I didn't approach either of you, so why don't you three leave me alone for now? I want to focus," Riven said.
'I won't allow any of you to see any sense of interest from me. That's not how you play a game like this,' Riven thought to himself.
