Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen.

Zeke

Dark ornate vases lined the corridor, as I walked alongside Master Ragnarok to his study. Like every other room in his castle, I hated the smell of old wood, and the out-of-date portraits hanging on the wall.

He continued talking as we walked. “...as befitting the king-to-be. The marriage has to be best that ever was.” He flashed me a broad smile, which I reciprocated with a tight one of my own.

Days ago, Master Ragnarok had asked to see me. It turned out Darcel had told him about the incident at the bar.

A completely twisted version.

Expecting to see him flare up, I'd gotten wary when he beamed me a warm smile, and shook my hand.

“Great to see you taking the much-awaited step forward.” He'd said, leaving me bewildered.

As he continued in his excitement, I finally realized what was going on. She'd told him I wanted to tie the knot officially.

I'd never been helpless as I was at that moment. Saying no, would be going back on the engagemen