By Chance, By Fate
“And what about you, Liam? Don’t you deserve better than this circus?”
Before I could respond, the door burst open without warning. Anders, my older brother, strolled in, his wife Lisette trailing behind him. Anders was every bit the embodiment of arrogance, with his perfectly groomed hair, sharp suit, and smug grin that made my blood boil.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the happy couple,” he drawled, clapping his hands together. “How’s the royal romance going? Are we practicing our public smiles yet?”
I tensed. “What do you want, Anders?”