The Magyar's Marriage
It was the distinguishing feature of us, the Rovski.
“Yes, of course, I did,”
“But you love your wife, correct?” I pressured him.
“Yes, we have known each other for quite some time before we married each other,” he replied as I threw my hands up in the air.
“There you go. You married mum because you love her, not because you had a sense of duty with her,”
“Eddy, you have to. The Finnish princess was my goddaughter. It will do us good for the whole family including my best friend’s,” he insisted that he will use any means to get me to agree to his condition. I sighed as I was running my hands in my hair.
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