Asher’s pov.
“It’s about your mother…” Carlos hesitates before he continues. “She’s not doing well, apparently she saw the news of you being mated to Amanda and since she still believes that you’re the late king… she threw a fit.”
I turn my head to the side slightly and peek into my room, Amanda is still asleep, wrapped up in my clothes and buried under piles and piles of blankets, just looking at her makes my chest feel a lot warmer than a few minutes ago, I smile to myself before returning my attention to Carlos standing in front of me on the balcony.
“And what did she say?” I ask, I already have a clue and yet for some reason I want hear it, maybe I’m a masochist after all.
Carlos looks like he’d rather bite his own tongue than repeat whether harsh words my ill mother had spewed, bu
