Who knew ladies could be such feisty bitches when they have a goal in mind?
I thought in amusement, settling back in my chair as I watch the commotion happening around the garden in entertainment while the maids served each table with exquisite delicacies and tea.
Their cattiness helped distract me from the fact that the devil’s bride is seated across. A couple of minutes ago, I’d thought it would be a brilliant idea to use the attention of the Crown Prince to get a rise out of the crowd of girls in the garden.
Not because of the attention it garnered, but to see if our spy would get so jealous she’d want to show a little bit of spite.
I didn’t expect to witness a full-on boxing match, or the attempt of one sly b***h trying to use a dumbass one to seduce the Crown Prince. And speakin
