"What is the meaning of this, Prince Lucien!?"
"Lower your voice, Penelope. I do not want to have a headache", Lucien said nonchalantly, taking a swig of his glass of blood, seated like a king on his seat.
Penelope cringed. "I can tolerate you fooling around with other cheap women in the brothel, but bringing them into the palace and to your bedroom is beyond insulting".
"And what makes you think she is a w***e?" He gazed at his fumming fiance, resting his elbow on the surface of the dining table.
"What else could you call a woman who does not know better than to stay away from another woman's man!?"
"A better option?" He shrugged.
"Prince Lucien!" She clutched her fist tighter.
Lucien sighed, heavily pushing himself off from his seat. He turned to face her directly, watching her so
