Marco sat beside his dad in the council’s courtroom. Three robed men sat in large dominating chairs in front of them on a platform. Marco and his dad sat at a mahogany table probably worth forty million dollars. Arabella and her family sat opposite at a good distance, with council guards lined up ready for any attack.
The mediator walked out and looked at them before facing the three men, “Councilman Havird, Councilman Ignus, and Councilman Opai, I present the case of Prince Marco Ricci of Italy and Arabella Clairemont Duchess of Istanbul.”
Looking between them, Councilman Havird, the old as dirt man with grey almost translucent skin sighed tiredly. White hair pulled back in a bun, he looked exhausted as he exasperated, “A lover’s quarrel gone wrong children?” Marco bit his tongue fr
