"Your Highness, you don't seem well."
Joaquin stood by the railings of the second floor of the private residence, situated in the heart of the capital. It was a private residence, but inside, it was a gambling house where noblemen find their luck and enjoy the company of women.
"Is this about Ismael?" asked the man whose hair and eyes shared the same as the members of the royal family. "Are you bothered that your wife, the crown princess, will change her opinions towards you?"
"Javier, my wife's opinions about me don't matter. You're mistaken to think she is just as pure as what she appears. Have you forgotten what happened during the wedding?" Joaquin offered his brother, Javier, the fifth prince and also his ally, a side-eye. "She came from Haimirich. Although we don't know what it is like living in such a place, I'm certain people had died just after speaking a few words from those lips."
