Chapter 126. Isn’t He Meant to Be Dead?

"Chase... What about your mother and father?" I asked, knowing I would not like the answer he was about to give; I tried to keep the pain from my voice.

"My mother is dead. Once she had served her purpose, my father no longer needed her," he expressed, with a shrug that I knew was forced, but he continued on, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. I guess I had to respect that, even if I disagreed with it. "And my father, like yours, wasn't exactly the sappy type. More blood and sweat than hugs and laughter."

"What do you mean by purpose?" I asked, unable to hide my shock because he couldn't possibly mean what I thought he did.

"What? Are the Royals not quite what you thought, Your Highness?" He scoffed, my jaw locking tight at the pet name he had seemingly bestowed upon me. Did he think I was like the barbarians he was describing to me? Is that why he chose the name?

"What about yours, your mother? She is dead, right? Do you know muc