Unsurprisingly, when the morning newspaper reached Roisa Mondevelle’s hands, it was immediately torn to shreds.
“Who wrote this?!" She paced back and forth around her bedroom inside the temple, biting her nails and sighing exasperatedly.
Her annoyance seemed to have gained the attention of Bausan Reeve, who was passing by her bedroom door. “Roisa, I am coming in,” he knocked and eventually came in after a few seconds.
His sharp gaze landed on the blonde woman who was visibly frustrated, he huffed an angry breath before speaking in a monotonous voice, “We are bound for the royal palace in an hour, young lass. Prepare yourself and stop wasting your time trashing your room,”
Just like Larissa had predicted what Roisa’s reaction might be, her table was split in half after being slammed
