In the crown prince and the crown princess's schedule, they would have to dine together to maintain a good relationship between the two. Today was one of those days they would share a meal. But instead of dinner, Joaquin moved it to lunch.
Sitting on the end of the small rectangular table, Joaquin stayed silent while waiting for his wife. His head was filled with questions and madness of how the hell he couldn't remember a single memory of Aries's body paint. All he could recall were those on her thighs and shoulders — the ones that were exposed while wearing her revealing night dress.
There was only one answer he could come up with. His dearest crown princess was fooling him from the beginning.
"Haha..." a weak, amused chuckle slipped past his lips. "Circe... my sweet dearest Circe."
