Kapitel 97: She Wanted

The King of Myria did not go back to his country. No. He visited four countries connected to their region. No one knew what they were talking about. No one knew what he was up to. Some people thought he was finally letting his hair down and touring the world and the women in it. He was seen with one particular woman on his arm. An unnamed blonde who was in every picture, standing really close. A mistress? Did he have a mistress? Whatever he had, he was not breaking any agreements he made with Adela.

She was not his wife yet. Even if she was his wife, she did not think she would care about him having a mistress if he was discreet. Because if there was one thing Adela cared about, it was her image. Right now, everyone was looking at her with pity. There was speculation that she had been dumped by another royal. It was humiliating.

"Adela?" Lucia repeated, and Adela's head snapped up.