She really didn't want to be here.
First of all, this was the student council.
The very place where the tragic romance of Anastasia and the crown prince began in the fifth novel.
That meant she'd be stuck witnessing their gross public displays of stupidity in who-knows-what corner of this godforsaken academy.
Anastasia had originally played hard to get. After all, the crown prince was a certified playboy.
Or, more accurately, a walking red flag with a royal title.
Even during their engagement, the guy was busy flirting with other girls. And his excuse? "I just wanted her attention."
Oh, sure. Because the healthiest way to get a woman's attention is to kiss other people in front of her.
Anastasia, being the fiercely independent, touch-averse queen she was, gave him exactly zero of her time.
And what did he do in response? Double down on the toxic behavior.
