LXXII
With a heavy heart, Shamira had to excuse herself from the yuletide after their vows. She stopped by the balcony stargazing wondering what their life will be like henceforth.
Her life was a mess.
She kept looking at the sky as if asking "why me? Consort or not Rebekah was Cyprian's wife. She just didn't see the difference.
" The little one is sad. You're not alone anymore cos my brother still has mistresses" it was the annoying voice of prince Fabian who wouldn't leave her alone. She fake gasped like she didn't know.
" Oh. Really? He giggled totally aware of her games and stepped closer to her.
" That's what you get for marrying a douchebag. A cougar actually" she glared at him suddenly aware of one thing Cyprian wasn't aging as much as Fabian. He may not know it Cyprian was younger than him. so she had the perfect comeback.