Ryan's gaze wandered around and ceased on Hashin. He was nervous too, both of them were collapsed in discomfort.
"How is your father?"
The King asked, brushing his hand to his wet hair and pushing it back.
"He is fine, he must be on the way to the borders. The imps could make it out to reach our borders." He was certain that he knew, impossible that he hadn't spied around.
"What do you want from Saya? I doubt if this marriage was with no deal."
Ryan felt his stomach burning, Hashin warned about the challenge.
"It was a tie and I am the winner of this deal as she is enough to take my heart."
The King smirked, "so you love her."
"I do."
"Regarding the letter my son had sent, surely, he had mimicked my handwriting."
