Bjorn stood in the corner of the room, scratching his head in utter confusion, his brow furrowed as he tried to piece together what was happening. His eyes darted back and forth between Armin, Seraphina, and their parents. The chaotic swirl of emotions, the shocking revelations about Armin’s so-called wife, and the sudden shift in the conversation left him completely bewildered.
Two wives? Bjorn thought, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. He couldn’t make sense of it—how could his brother Armin have two wives? First, there was Seraphina, and now they were talking about someone named Alysha Jarl. His mind raced as he tried to recall what Ivan had told him before, something that hadn’t made sense until now.
Alysha was his woman, Bjorn thought, his face scrunching up in confusion. If Aly
