#devil's smile

Oh my god, poor thing 😆

Everyone's shock and speechless...

BUT THE KING IS JUST LAUGHING AT HIS BROTHER'S JEALOUS ANTICS 😂

Chapter 7: A Want to Belong, Is That Too Much?

“We’re leaving?” Arry asked, her last bit of bacon waggling up and down in her mouth as she spoke.

Marco nodded again, as his cup lowered back to the table. “Yup.” His stare settled on her. Emotion lay behind those half-lidded eyes that she couldn’t quite place. “There was something else Pops mentioned though.”

Oh no… he couldn’t mean…? She could feel the blood drain from her face. Another wave of cramping twisted her abdomen, and nausea turned her stomach.

Izo leaned forward, suddenly serious. “What was it?” Arry dropped her gaze, finding her now empty plate, much more interesting than the current topic.

Marco’s gaze was burning a hole into the top of her head as he continued speaking while her stomach continued to cramp. “Yeah, he mentioned girlie here asked to—”

Gush.

Plates and cutlery flew everywhere as Arry slammed her hands on the table and shot from her seat, eyes wide and panicked. “FUCK!”