|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
"I should really go home, Renzo, this time, for real,"
I stopped reading the document I was holding and quickly lifted my gaze to Mirrielle.
"Why? You're fine hear," I said with strained voice.
I suddenly remembered how bored she was whenever I do my office work. I decided to give her something to do, reading documents I already had approved, asking for her opinions about politics and anything else.
It was my fault at the start that after our marriage, all she had done was roam around the Alcazar and do nothing. And the fact that I wanted her around within the proximity of my sight, so I would not fear every second of the thought that she might be, once again, in the danger or something.
"Well, I can't help but get worried of my people left at Sant Sadur
