XVI. The King

“The Queen's Family tricked us. She is not at all from the Duke class as we thought, Your Highness,” said Andreas.

"So? His family is only the 'grand duke'?” Illarion asked, to which Andreas shook his head.

“Marquis class? No?” Illarion knitted his brows. "Earls?"

"Baron, sir. That girl is from the baron caste.”

Illarion laughed loudly. “Not even a viscount! But baron?! That old witch is really underestimating me! I knew that girl thought she could trick me with her innocent face.”

“You could say the Queen cheated this marriage on the King, sir. Better hurry up before they bestow upon her the title of 'Duke'," suggested Illarion's loyal bodyguard.

The Black Prince touched his chin. "Just let things be like this." Sure, what he had just said made Andreas confused.

"Isn't it with this, you can prove that this agreement is one-sided, Your Highness?"

Illarion saw the objection on his bodyguard's face. “Only eight months. After all, we know that a girl's weakness is wealth, so she