Vincenzo's POV
"He asked me to marry him-"
"What!?" I cut her off. Never in my life have I wanted to beat up a dead person before. Not until now. Atticus, he was supposed to be one of my great ancestors!
"That can't be. From the history records, it's stated that Atticus was madly in love with his wife," I stated, baffled.
"They're wrong. From what I saw, Atticus didn't love nor hate his wife and the same could be said about her towards him. They had a civil relationship up until he died in the war and then their child became the next King, I would think."
"You think?" I mumbled.
"Yes. When Atticus died in battle, I returned to the sword then vanished up until you found me. When the wielder dies, the contract goes void," she turned her head around for the first time and smiled at me.
"What's it like in the sword?" I changed the subject but asked with genuine curiosity.
"Huh?"