Michael paced back and forth in his guest room as he wondered why the hell would the royals invite them to a private dinner banquet to announce the fact their daughter- the Princess- his mate was going to get married with that son of a bitch Ambrose. Now, he knew it wasn't fair to call Ambrose a son of a bitch. He barely knew him, what he did know he was caring and nice. If their weren't natural born enemies and catching after the same person. Michael could see them easily being friends. But seriously, did they subconscious know how to torture him. He just met her and now she was getting married.
" Hey, you're going to break the floor." Eli pointed out as he blinked forgetting his existence with the room. Probably staring at him like a man mad, acting so irrationally for nothing. " Seriously, we don't want to pay damaging fees for it."
