Fiona came from a powerful martial family, backed by influence and resources that few could match. People like them calculated gains and losses instinctively. They never acted without weighing benefits.
The only thing capable of overturning that instinct was genuine feeling.
And Prince Kael had just laid his heart bare.
"Too domineering!" Black clapped excitedly. "I knew we didn't pick the wrong man!"
"What's she showing off for?" White snorted. "Our master's only been cultivating for a year. That woman's had over ten years. What's there to brag about?"
Shihtzu's fur bristled, killing intent flickering in its eyes. "Anyone who wants to kill my master will have to step over my corpse first."
Fiona's face turned a ghastly shade of blue.
Prince Kael's words left her no ground to stand on, yet inside her chest, fury howled uncontrollably.
In strength.
In the financial background.
In social status.
She surpassed Zora in every measurable way.
