The moment Lennie showed up at the door, Cory felt panic.
In recent days he was so preoccupied by the sudden appearance of his big brother and the mysterious Princess Lyra. He almost forgot that he still had a bride to take care of. And Lennie wasn’t exactly an easy-going person.
His mind went blank for a second, and then he quickly put on a so-called charming smile.
“Lennie, you are talking with me! I am so sorry about … everything,” he said, walking towards the cold-eyed dragon princess.
Lennie snorted. She put contempt in her voice to show how much she despised her faithless future husband.
“I am not talking with you. I am talking with the true inheritor of this kingdom,” she said, eyes glancing through Ragnar again, “Just a little reminder to both of you. I am marrying the le
