"You are Duke St. Prowse's own sister?"
Colin widened his eyes, somewhat disbelieving.
"What? Don't I look like it?" Beatrice raised her eyebrows and asked.
Colin said nothing.
He just thought, as Duke St. Prowse's own sister, it was downright tragic that Beatrice had married into a viscount's family.
By contrast, Queen Midela, who was the sister of the former Duke St. Hilde, had married Emperor Reinhardt.
Even if Beatrice couldn't marry into the royal family, she shouldn't have stooped as low as to marry into this obscure Fein family.
Seemingly understanding Colin's doubt, Beatrice explained: "Isn't it all because I offended that church whore, and my foolish brother was deceived by her, that made me marry into this damn place called Lark City?
Actually, I even ran away from the wedding...hehe, unfortunately, I was dragged back by my brother."
Listening, Colin was utterly dumbfounded. The woman in front of him was surely a headstrong and wilful lady in her time.
