Darce sighed as he raised his head. His eyes were serious and there was a hint of fire in them. “What is the reason for you to be this insecure? I thought you were my wife not the wife of the family. If they can not accept you. They will learn to accept you. Do you think I can do anyone better than you?” He chuckled.
Rosa scoffed. “Of course, you can do better. I am sure in some corner of this place or the capital someone is waiting for a glimpse of the King of Rante. You must have stolen numerous hearts of young ladies from the capital. I saw how those ladies were looking at you in the banquet.”
Rosa’s eyes watched the ceiling and recounted the scene.
“I am Jealous, my wife is thinking of someone else while I am trying to gain attention from her.” Darce lifted his head while grabbing her chin and turning it to face him.