Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Oh, please. If I wanted to murder you all, do you think I’d be so obvious about it?
Asael had never known true suffering until this mont.
"Not only did Asael say you love ," Isabella continued, a wicked glint in her eyes, "but he also said you think about
all the ti, dream about
at night, and—oh! This one was my favorite—he thinks I might be your greatest weakness."
Asael snapped his head toward her, eyes wide with betrayal. "I SAID NO SUCH THING!"
Ophelia and Shelia both burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.
Kian, on the other hand, simply let out a slow breath, as if debating whether this conversation was worth his energy.
Without a word, he strode forward, his furs brushing against the stone floor, and took his seat on the large stone throne.
Asael, looking like a man who had just survived a battlefield, imdiately stepped back to stand beside him, clearly hoping to avoid further destruction.
But Isabella wasn’t done.
She turned toward Kian, tilting her head playfully. "You know, Kian, I feel kind of bad for you."
Kian arched an eyebrow, resting an arm lazily on the throne’s armrest. "Do you?"
"I do," she said solemnly, clasping her hands in front of her. "Every day, you sit there all regal and stoic, carrying the weight of your people on your broad, strong shoulders."
Kian narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing sothing suspicious about her tone. "Go on."
"And yet," Isabella sighed dramatically, "despite all your power, despite all the respect you command, you still struggle with one tiny little problem."
Kian stared at her for a long mont before finally asking, "And what problem is that?"
Isabella leaned forward just slightly, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile.
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