Chapter 281. Voyage

Zave Ambrose

He has a black aura swiveling about him again, which I thought he had lost.

"So, what is betrothed?" Aldric inquires, and I shove him beneath the table.

"Ow! What?"

"Shut the fuck up!" I snap, giving Aldric a stern look.

Aldric rolls his eyes. "I simply..."

"Your king is acquiring an official mistress. She is already sending him a letter," Chantel says as she takes another slice of the bread.

"King? Really?" Lexcis replies.

"It is your title, correct?"

He sighs, plainly not wanting to discuss it with her again. "You seem exhausted," he informs her, glancing around the room. It's funny how they are both absolutely blocking us out.

"I am. I am tired of your nonsense."

"Chantel, I vow to—"

She lowers her bread back onto the plate, and I see quick tears well up in her eyes as she gives him a harsh lo