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Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

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It's my body, and I can show a bit of skin. Then the topic changed to my bachelorette status. "I wonder why she is still single. Has she not found someone?" "I heard she used to be engaged to a prince, but she had annulled because he was sleeping with her sister." "That is awful. No one should do that to our Mistress. She deserves someone better." I smiled then Zayn popped into my head when it was interrupted by a high-pitched voice. "Mistress!" Prisca launched herself at me in a hug. I smell alcohol on her breath. "Everyone has been waiting for you. Oh my, look at your costume! You look sexy. Anything you wear looks great on you. Did Zayn see you in this yet?"

Anda smiled and The girl sitting beside her scoffed. "Hi..I'm An....Miranda Don Costa" Anda smiled at her. "Pristine..my name is Pristine" She said. "I'm engaged to the prince.we haven't been introduced yet" Anda put a spoonful of rice into her mouth. "Miranda" The Queen Called. "I'm the King's Mistress, The Thirteenth,They know me as the Thirteenth." Pristine smiled. Everyone froze and Anda continued eating. "I thought we established the fact that Improper things will not be spoken about while we are eating" The Queen glared at Pristine.

It was taking so long and her neck was hurting so much, "Oh hail the magnificent and pristine Prince Caspian and his maiden guest Princess Nadia from Gloucester." Aurora felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold ice bucket of water on her, Caspian the Caspian she served as the prince. How had she not known this? Why had Madam Beatrice not told her? This was not known knowledge as to whom the Prince was and it was only a few who knew. It was all her fault for not doing research as to whom he was, Aurora had of course known that he held an important position but not that high.

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.

Now it all made sense, the deference – this woman was not only the closest to a grand lord but also the wife of a high lord of the court. The mistress nodded. "And you are the human princess, Aekeira, am I correct?" "Yes, Mistress," Aekeira confirmed, her voice small. "I have been eager to meet you. My…condition has made navigating this vast fortress quite difficult." Her gaze swept over Aekeira, lingering in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. "You are remarkably beautiful for a human. Now I understand why Vlad is so… captivated." The last word hung in the air, heavy and strange. Aekeira blinked, utterly baffled. "Huh?" What did the mistress mean? Captivated?

Muck frowned. "You should learn to mind your own business, Muck." Prince Ron said, flinging his chopsticks at his face. "Your job is to deliver information to me not to ask me questions. Who do you think you are? Just because I bought you some food doesn't mean we're on equal footing. I am the Princess of Ashenmore. How dare you question me?" Muck immediately lowered his head, knowing that he truly had no right. She was a Princess, whereas, he was a common messanger. The Shadow Master was also right about her temper. "Apologies, Your Highness, for speaking out of turn. It will not happen again."