Bab 180: 180. A book I read.

By the time the sun was up and high in the sky the next day, the news about the crown princess being able to fluently speak Tragonian reached the ears of every maid and man-servant within the entire Fredah estate. Even the dead buried deep under the Fredah estates would have heard the news.

However, that was not the news that had caught Barak's attention. No, what had caught his attention was the new rumor he was hearing in whispers, going around the entire castle about how he had met his wife.

"Are you finally ready, my lord?" Neriah asked with a smile as Barak walked into the room they shared and for the first few minutes, no other words passed between them. He just stared at her and her gaze did not wander. They remained on him too. It was as though they were telepathically communicating with one another.

"My fair lady," Barak finally broke the silence, continuing the act that she had started. "You look lovely."