CHAPTER 63

　　"Gather the iron and other resources and build the side of the gate. I want it to be stronger and taller. Don't want any stupid sibling ruining my feast when he gets drunk." Korba ordered as she was dressed in a robe that dragged behind her and her brown hair was straightened to be plastered on her head. She looked refreshed. Better than the day they had that fight by the table. Was it just him or she had gained weight?

　　Charles left the pillar he had been leaning against and walked up to his sister who had been busy these past few days preparing for her wedding.

　　"It's a pity you still chose to go ahead with the wedding despite the odds and the stakes. I don't think I have much left to do any longer. The rest lies with you."

　　"Everything about my life has always rested in my hands and not you. When will you ever learn to go about your own business." Korba spat back, her face filled with rage.