Within a luxurious suite overlooking the Coliseum, the Duke grimly sat with a drink in his hand. Unable to believe his former fiancé had returned in such a way. His teeth gritted until the blood pooled in his mouth.
He could still taste the tinge of humiliation she brought to his house. Her Father, before his unfortunate passing, had promised her to him. Vaiga was one of Earth's most talented individuals, whose beauty was said to be unmatched by only the queen herself. He'd loved her dearly since he was a boy, no more than nine. But Vaiga cared little of anything outside the blade. It was her obsession. One that caused her to forgo noble outings. When his Father, Lord Premos Aros, told him he was to wed Vaiga Silwood. Garel nearly fell to his knee before his Lord Father with relief.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door, and Duke Garel tensed.
