"You went and tried again, huh?" Mikhail asked his sister who had just walked into his room, slumping on his bed. This had always been the state of their conversations. It was almost like Alexei was alive, but its leaders were at war with each other.
They weren't really at war, but the amount of stubbornness in this palace was topnotch. Everyone was worried, but none of them had the guts to talk to their king. Hera had tried a couple of times but she had failed to make him see sense.
Angelo loved her so much and was willing to do anything for her, but with Carl's case, he had drawn the line. He had chosen to be her mate and not worry about his brother, though Hera knew he wanted to go on and talk to Carl.
