Why Does It Hurt?

Regor’s POV

I did not know giving Katarina my concurrence to continue with her mission would put a strain on our relationship.

We hardly see each other anymore. Every night, she makes me attend events where I get to meet potential candidates for my wife.

For two weeks straight, all I did was attend different functions and parties, even the birthdays and anniversaries of people I know nothing about. It had become dragging and monotonous.

And then, last week, she started arranging dinner dates for me.

Tonight my date was the only child to a couple who owns domestic and international airlines.

“Good evening.” I greeted Emily Jones, my date that evening.

She came into the roof deck of the function building inside the Palace, perfectly decorated for a romantic dinner.

I put down the documents I was reading earlier to welcome her.

“Good evening, His Excellency.” She greeted me shyly.

I motioned her to the ta