"HE is your mate?" Everyone in hearsight could hear the disdain in King Kirill's voice. Mircea wanted to ask him, no she wanted to demand what he meant when he said 'HE'. In her eyes Athos was a good catch even for a princess. He knew how to keep a woman happy. He had been promoted from a royal soldier to queen's advisor when her father had died. If he stayed long enough on Mircea's side she was sure he would be lying in riches.
"Father, please respect my mate." Este said in a low voice.
"But he is the advisor of our foe." King Kirill tried to reason with his daughter. Frey cleared his throat deliberately glancing at the both of them. They were one hell of a family Mircea perceived in the last fifteen minutes she had been sitting on her seat. King Kirill's wife Illona had died when her three children were fifteen, thirteen and nine summers old.
