#Chapter 230: Trusting the Prince

Unable to shake off the unsettling feeling from the whole breakfast ordeal, I pushed the remaining food on my plate around without any appetite. Paranoia had decided to take root, and every glance from the two of them felt like a potential trap. I felt used and ashamed. Why had I been so trusting when they clearly hadn't trusted me? I've let all of Kendrick's talk of respect cloud my judgment. I didn't know anything about the King or Prince, and now I was even more confused. The two of them seemed kind, funny, and even somewhat like a normal family. But now, after they admitted to poisoning me, there was no way I could trust them. Even if it didn't harm me, what if it would have? What would they have done then? Alex—no—Prince Alexander, he wasn't my friend. I wasn't going to address him as such anymore. Prince Alexander must have noticed my change in mood because I saw how he watched me carefully out of the corner of his eye. However, I refused to give in and ma