The chirping and shrill giggles wouldn't stop no matter how hard Silas tried to tune them out, but all in all, his wife seemed happy which was all that mattered to him.
The words inked upon the last letter prince Cedric had sent for her attention would have kept him up at night had he been capable of sleep.
Like a barnacle stuck to a ship, she had described him as. At that she was a lot more than right.
Even worse was to realize that the prince and Arabella had only met once, according to her, and that was all it took for him to get all tangled up in her webs.
It was frightening to wonder what he would have done had he gotten the chance to know and fall in love with her.
"What's gotten your shoulders to tense up so much?" Persephone's voice caused his head to turn her way.
"Correspondence," was all that he said.
"Was it all it took?" one of her eyebrows rose as she came to stand by him.
"It was a letter from the Lustrisian crown prince," he pushed a sigh.
