"Your Majesty, why the change of heart? You said you weren't interested in her," Lucas said as he looked at Zethan, who had been smirking occasionally while signing papers from different kingdoms.
The ones he wasn't interested in, he pushed aside. The others—those he intended to follow up with—he signed with two distinct signatures, each carrying a different meaning.
Zethan chuckled, that same empty kind, at Lucas's words.
"Oh really?" he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Well, I'm interested now. It seems she has a lover here. I'd love to see her fight for him. Isn't that cute? A poor little bunny fighting for the man she loves… while married to the king. Let's just say—this king of yours is bored."
Lucas's eyes widened. No one needed to explain what Zethan meant. So this was all for his amusement? To see her suffer? To watch someone fight for love while trapped in pain? What was wrong with this king of his?
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