Swan's heart skipped a beat upon hearing that question. Her body stiffened, and her brain short-circuited because she couldn't give the merchant a clear answer.
It was Gale who broke the silence with a question, "What are you talking about? Do you not recognize her, or are you just trying to fool me again?"
"N-no, Your Majesty. I am just curious about Your Majesty's wife. I heard she came from the Holy Achate, but I'd never seen her before. Maybe she is from a small baron noble that—"
"Say that one more time, and I will rip your head off," Gale interrupted calmly, but his voice carried so much threat that the merchant from Holy Achate paled instantly and zipped his lips.
Gale was relaxed the whole time until this merchant dared to insult his mate. The smile on his face had vanished, and he was trying his best to suppress his aura because Swan would be affected by it.
