“No, I’m not going to marry Joffrey.”
Gestoni’s stony face even transformed into a more formidable presence. His eyes narrow into a menacing glare at his daughter who stood there in front, seeming too fearless and too proud for her own sake.
“And why is that?” he asked, controlling his anger by gulping down the remaining liquid on his glass.
“I just don’t want to,” Devon answered coolly but in reality, her knees could break off with her thigh bones at any moment.
“Not because you don’t want to divorce Daemon?!” his voice thundered across his vast home study.
“What?” Devon exclaimed by his absurd insinuation “Why do you have to always associate men in my life as they’re the sole reasons for my decisions? I am my own person. I don’t want to marry Joffrey because he is a stinking old
