Chapter 89

"Are the rumors true?" Eloive turned around to find Waxlyn sitting on his bed. Too engrossed in his thoughts, he hadn’t even heard her come in.

“Didn’t know you listened to rumors,” he remarked, popping a grape into his mouth.

“Everyone’s talking about it. The maids, the concubines, even your stepmothers, but I want to hear it from you. Are you getting married?”

Eloive sighed. “I’m not getting married, Waxlyn.”

“But grandpa said…”

“Fuck what grandpa said!” Eloive yelled, dropping a wad of cash into the swear jar that Waxlyn held out for him. “I’m not getting married.”

“Why not? I don’t see anything wrong with it. Plus, we haven’t had a wedding in the palace for years now.”

“You’re insane. Waxlyn, I’m not ripe for marriage. If you want a wedding so badly, then get yourself a husband. You know what? Just leave. You’ve upset me.”

“You’re so mean.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Leave my room now, Waxlyn. The next time you want to e