Wysteria POV
What in the world is happening to me?
My right hand was being gripped by Isaac while his older brother, Crown Prince Istana, was holding my left hand.
Is this one of those scenes where Marissa and Sarah frequently squealed and cringed after watching dramas?
It felt... uncomfortable.
"What are you doing, Your Highness? Wysteria ought to follow me under The King's summon." Isaac said coldly amid the smile.
"I had some matter to talk to her about. If you let go of her hand, it would be amicable, brother." Istana took a few steps closer, closing in the distance.
"I am afraid not, Your Highness. You looked occupied with other matters concerning..." Isaac jeered down at the lady on the floor, snorting at the fake actress. "Your mistress."
I let out a chortle, gaining
