(BREWING CURSES)
THIRD PERSON POV
“SHE IS MY MATE.” Alphonse bold claim and pride about it that Arianne couldn’t help but remember.
The thought that suddenly arises and currently echoing inside her mind, while she is in the arms of the person she just not hated, but she also curses all through and through.
“Put me down.” She whispers in a stern tone, gritting her teeth from the sheer cringe and insulting position that she is in right now.
What’s worse, Alphonse pushes his luck by carrying her in a princess style and currently walking in the halls of the mansion complete with his subordinates following them from behind, and all eyes of the mansion’s servants are on them.
“You do realize that it’s not possible and currently after the scene that just happened, right?” Alphonse, wid
