“Princess Sue, you're being mistaken,” Prince Henry said to her while forcing a smile. But every single inch of his body fumed with a wild fire.He wanted to wrap his arms around her neck and strangle her. But he had to play it cool, just for the sake of posterity.“I don't care about your useless excuses! Bottom line remains you failed to protect me while Adrian didn't! Perhaps he should be the Prince of this kingdom and not you,” she voiced out again Henry's eyes flashes to Adrian who just stood there watching the drama with amusement in his eyes. A flash of jealousy cut across Henry's heart.“You elevate trash to position beyond dreams. This useless lowlife couldn't even dream of such a thing. Ha! Now I get it,’ Prince Henry chuckled “You are cracking a joke,” he said and laughed. But princess Sue just watched him with her brow arched.“The only joke here is you, Prince Henry. But all of this I'm willing to forgive if you fall down on your knees and apologize to Adrian,” she said

Did you have to stoop so low? Huh!” Ciara gritted her teeth. “I could understand the hunger that came from divorcing me but stepping into the palace to steal? That is so fucking low!” She yelled again and laughed at him.Adrian just stood there, watching her throw her tantrums. Ciara crossed her arms.“If you were so hungry, you could have begged me for forgiveness. Perhaps I could have given you a job as a cleaner in my house. ““Instead, you came here to steal. How dare you? Are you so foolish? I can't believe I once let you talk me into marrying you!” She yelled again“You'll never stop humiliating yourself, will you? But I am not in the mood for your nonsense. Leave, now,” Adrian said to her and attempted to walk away but Ciara blocked his path again“You miserable thief! If you think I'd let you leave this place with that money, you're fucking mistaken! I can't let you steal from the kingdom!” She snapped at him.“You better put that money down and run away while you still have

16. The guards staggered to their feet and stiffened at once and the entire place became quiet. "C-Councillor!” One of them said, bowing quickly. "This man here attacked us." The councillor's eyes moved from their sorry selves to Adrian slowly, dragging his gaze over Adrian’s ragged clothes and boots, and back up to look him in the eyes with disdain. He turned back to the guards in disbelief. "This one? He attacked you?" He asked. "By himself?" "Yes, sir.” The guard said quickly. "He caused trouble and refused to leave this place." The councillor then laughed, shaking his head. “I see, you must be cracking a silly joke. Don’t use such a sorry sight as your excuse for horsing around.” He went closer to Adrian, his fine robes brushing against the floor and the sun gleaming on his hair as he moved. People nearby were still watching with interest. "This is an auction organised under my name.” The councillor said calmly. "And you chose today to act like animals?" Adri

18. Adrian had just got into the carriage his servant hailed when he heard a loud noise. "Master!" He looked outside quickly, and to his surprise, his servant was on the ground. Two big men were standing over him and one kicked him in the ribs. "Stop that!" Adrian yelled. "Well, well, well." Someone said, walking into view. "Leaving in such a hurry?" He was a lanky man with a creepy smirk on his face, and a long thin scar ran down his face. "Oh it's you alright. My name's Ken." "Didn't ask. Leave us alone." Ken chuckled. "You walked into that brothel dressed like a beggar... then walked out with enough gold to blind a king. Who do you think you are?" Adrian raised a brow. He was not in the mood for this. Ken spread his arms wide. "This is my area! Did you think no one would notice you?" Adrian said nothing, but he saw a few more men coming out of the shadows. "Now let me tell you what I've noticed. You're clearly not from around here." Ken said. "And y

20. Ciara's mother threw her head back and laughed out loud. "Why are we here?" She repeated in a mocking tone. "Listen to him! My manor, he says!" She looked Adrian up and down and spat at his feet. "Are you working here as a servant?" She asked. "Did the real healer hire you to sweep the floors?" A few people snickered, looking at them. It didn’t make sense that such a plainly dressed man was the owner of this manor and the powerful miracle healer. Ciara's father coughed weakly beside her, but she paid him no mind. "I always knew that was all you were good for!” She continued to say. "Standing at the bottom of someone's feet. You don't even have magic, a non magical. What kind of healer doesn't have magic?" The crowd started mocking him. "Nonmagical?" "Is that true?" "He doesn't even use energy?" “Wow, he must really be a useless servant!” Adrian stood still. His face did not show anger, but he was tired of her nonsense. Ciara's mother folded her arms.