The rest of the journey to the Kingdom went by faster than I would have loved.
"You don't seem happy."
"I'm not happy." I look out through the window, to avoid looking at the devil.
"Why?"
"Do you need to have many wives for you to be respected? I don't get it at all."
"What do you mean?"
"You are going to the kingdom to get married to another princess, isn't it? Aren't you satisfied with the ones you have?"
"The king made a deal with me. I'm only going there to collect what he promised."
"And that's more wives to your Harem?"
"That's not true."
I turned to face him, "aren't you concerned about the feelings of your other wives? Do you know how much they crave your attention? But no, you have to take more wives without being mindful of what it means to your other wives."
"Are you among them?" The devil smirked.
"This isn't something to joke with, Fyre. You—"
