LYDIA'S POV

　　To make up for my rude behavior, I decided to arrange a small dinner with my mother and the other nobles. It would be a clear message to all of them that their queen was still alive and that they couldn't do whatever they wanted. There were rules that should be followed; otherwise, everyone's intentions would be questioned.

　　Despite my resolve, my heart still ached from the argument I had with my mates. How could they just expect me to accept a proposal from someone I didn't even like? The thought alone made my chest tighten with frustration and sadness.

　　The preparations for the dinner began in earnest. I instructed the staff to ensure everything was perfect, from the finest dishes to the most elegant decorations. This dinner wasn't just about making amends; it was about asserting my authority and reminding the nobles of their place.

　　As the evening approached, I dressed in a regal gown that commanded respect. My mother, though still frail, looked elegant and strong in her attire. She gave me a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with pride.

　　"Lydia, this is a good step," she said softly, placing a hand on my arm. "I am glad you are feeling better now, honey just understand whatever I said was for you and your better future."

　　"I understand mother, but tonight I just want to forget everything and focus on this dinner." I said to her dismissing anything else she wanted to say.

　　My answer was still no to the proposal.

　　As the guests began to arrive, I welcomed each noble with a polite but firm demeanour. Evan and Brandon were there too, their presence a reminder of the strained conversation we had earlier. I avoided their gazes, focusing on the task at hand.

　　Dinner was served, and the atmosphere was tense but civil. Conversations flowed, though there was an undercurrent of unease among the nobles. They knew why they were here, and they understood the significance of this gathering.

　　According to the sources, Heckim had already left. He looked pretty heartbroken when he did, but I shook my head, pushing thoughts of him aside. I never gave him enough attention or consideration to make it seem like I was interested in him, because I wasn't.

　　"Lydia? What are you thinking about?" My mother whispered from beside me, her eyes filled with concern.

　　I glanced around and saw the other nobles' eyes fixed on me as well. Perhaps they thought I had mixed something in the food, given that I hadn't touched mine.

　　"Nothing, Mother," I replied softly, managing a small smile. "Just a lot on my mind." I kept my response minimal since I didn't have a lot to say and didn't want to create a scene right now. By the way she was acting, I knew she was still holding on to the hope that I might change my decision, but that wasn't going to happen.

　　"I care about you, sweetheart, and I believe the Alpha of the West River can really help you," she started the same topic again. I gave her a look that clearly said I didn't want to discuss this here.

　　"I don't need his help, and even if I did, I wouldn't marry him for his position or power."

　　She laughed it off as if I were speaking in a different language. "Then what else is there to look for if you're not looking for power?" she questioned, and I looked at her as if I didn't even know her.

　　"Mother? Was your marriage just a farce? A business deal? Did you marry my father for his power?" I questioned instead, and she was shocked by my questions.

　　"Lydia! What are you saying? I loved your father. He was my mate," she scolded me, and I smirked.

　　"Exactly, Mother. A marriage shouldn't be based on superficial things like power or position. You should know this better than anyone," I stated.

　　My mother's expression softened, and for a moment, she looked vulnerable. "I do know, Lydia. But the kingdom is in a precarious situation. I just want you to have every advantage."

　　"I understand your concern, but I can't compromise my principles. I will find a way to lead and protect this kingdom without marrying for convenience," I replied firmly.

　　She sighed deeply, looking both proud and worried. "I see so much of your father in you. He would have been proud of your strength and determination. I just want you to find the happiness that you are looking for. As your mother, my heart hurts to see you in distress." She said, and just like that, my heart melted. It's true that no one can beat a mother's love.

　　"I'll be fine," I assured her, and we resumed our dinner.

　　Just then, tea was served in front of everyone, and I noticed that it was the same tea that had the poison in it. So, the nobles are getting more daring day by day. They are either serving this same tea as if I wouldn't notice it, or even if I did, maybe they thought that I wouldn't do anything about it, just like my mother didn't.