“His…mistress?” The transplanted royal echoed, eyes reddening as quickly as the mottled red splashing itself across her face. It would have been foolish, selfish even, to expect fidelity from someone she hardly knew. After-all, it was she who had thrust them both into this marriage of theirs. She had acted on a lark, a headstrong need to cement the tennuous peace that held their world together. What did she know of his life before their union? Nothing…until now. But that one new sliver of knowledge felt strangely akin to a betrayal, a feeling she had no right to. /Courtesy/ she exhaled, whisper-softly. “No,” Elodie smiled, or tried to smile through her lie. “Lord Irvine, I do not mind her in the least…”
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