*Fang's PoV*
"... and maybe we shall hire a vintage modiste," the queen's guard drawled on about the plans which had kept her up all night alongside the queen. Fang simply stared at the coffee on his table, beside which was his mobile that he had to silence a while back. Rosalia continued, "it would be great if you also ask the Dominicks about their preferences before they arrive."
Fang hummed at her sentence. Who knew what she was talking about, Fang was barely paying attention.
This was only eating at his brain to plan something he wasn't going to let happen. He would burn down the entire castle and if needed, the entire kingdom to keep Selene by his side. His patience to keep his plans on revenge under a wrap was running thin.
"Also, Minister Fang, the queen presents her kind wishes for your brother's wedding," it was obvious those were Rosalia's words.
The queen had probably even forgotten about it the moment she heard.