Lanarrie watched Kalan and Mystic walk away from the great hall. The displeasure all around him was clear. The nobles were not happy. And he wasn’t too. It seemed his plan to get his daughter married to the king of fairies might crumble right before his eyes. Kalan’s intensions were clear. He might have made Mystic his royal mistress, but there was more to it. He barely acknowledged Aria, even though she sat next to him. She was his queen for goodness’ sake. But he didn’t even speak or look her way. He was making it clear to everyone present that his mistress was far more important than his intended queen.
This dinner was supposed to have been an introduction of his family to his royal subjects. But nothing like that happened. Kalan spent the entire night focused on his royal mistress. L
