"I will be going back to my mother's homeland. There isn't a successor to the throne from the direct line." Alfonso suddenly mentioned.
Abrielle was not expecting it the slightest. "Congratulations, that's truly unexpected." She blurted.
Alfonso nodded, "I would have invited you to the wedding, but I know your hands will be full." He added leaving Abrielle more stunned.
He only laughed. It wasn't a marriage of love but pure convenience. Alfonso knew this was the best decision for him..
"I wish you a happy life but why go there to fight for the throne..." She could not help but ask. His gaze dulled. Alfonso spun her around according to the melody before holding each other again.
"I am happy you and Cedric are finally working out. It felt right. The current king is very ill and doesn't have any heirs. My mother was his only sibling..." He explained lost a bit in his thoughts before he added
