"My wife and I fought."
From the valuable faerie antiques and flags as decors, Apollyon can assume that the Spring Monarchs owned the Will O'Wisp Pub because they always drink and hang around the gaming tables in their free time.
Prince Aspen was even here on his respective seat, although both didn't plan this and came here separately.
It was a peculiar coincidence.
He was pissed with his wife's secret, but this made him smirk.
What would outsiders think he was meeting a Faerie Prince, the alliance representative of the Spring Courts to the Vampire Realm, out in the open despite the obvious discord between the two Realms?
Would they accuse the Faerie Prince of treason when the war hadn't officially started?
They were only a few aristocrats on their floor, yet he could feel them throwing agitated glances in his direction.
Did he care?
Never.
