Lina knew what she had to do. She had to beg. Either Atlan or Kade. One of them would listen to her. They had to!
Lina had never begged for something on her knees before. She had never clung onto someone and pleaded for their mercy. For their generosity. She was a Princess by blood. On the day of her birth, Teran celebrated from morning to dusk, seven days in a row.
Despite the wealth she was raised with, Lina grabbed onto her husband's legs.
Kade was stunned. He was preparing to help her to stand, but she suddenly held onto his knees.
"Lina—"
"Please," Lina whimpered.
Lina pressed her face above his knees. She held back a sob, her entire shoulders trembling with emotions. She knew Atlan wouldn't listen to her, for all she could send him was letters. But Kade? He was her husband. They lived under one roof, they shared the same bed, and he cherished her.
He'd listen to her, right?
"My wife," Kade sighed.
