"Don't upset me next time"
Throwing the sword on the ground, Visha whispered. She then rushed near to the First Prince with a bright grin tugged at her lips. The act. The act of an innocent wife could not be neglected. But as Visha stepped near, Elio's arm wrapped around her waist and he leaned in.
"Your swordsmanship is admirable" He disclosed. Stunning the young woman totally. "Laith, I thought you were preparing for the selection. How come you were with my wife?" The First Prince turned to focus back on the Seventh Prince who couldn't even lift his head.
He swam in the thoughts. "Stop pretending. We all know she is Visha Rutherford. And I can confirm she will be exposed in one of the states of selection soon. So don't be delighted. Atarah Faxon won't let you go off easily" Laith threatened beneath a intense gaze of anger.
