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being selfish? Or was keeping her here the selfish thing?

“She will remain here. Let them bring a war. They will not win.”

Percy rolled his eyes at me and sipped on his drink. My advisor and closest friend knew not to argue with me, but I did

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hope he would, I was desperate for a good argument. Ornella however, would make me lose my mind if she continued to push

my buttons.

Tonight, we were meant to do our marriage rites. April insisted. I just wasn’t sure if Ornella would feel comfortable doing

them when she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to be my wife. If I sent her away before the rites, she would be free from the

bond it would bring.

“She’s incredibly frustrating, Percy. I have never in all my years met a girl who I wanted to strangle and kiss all in the same

breath.”

“Ah, some girls like that sort of thing, mate,” he said with a grin and a wink.

Forever the ladies’ man but never wanting to settle down—unless it was with Vanessa. I always knew he liked one of my

sisters, but it was only when Vanessa returned to court after our parents' death, did he really start to show interest.

Not that I minded a flirtation. She could fuck him from sunset to sunrise for all I cared. She just wasn’t allowed to marry

him. I wouldn’t risk our friendship if he broke her heart. I'd have to take of him—permanently—if he did such a stupid thing.

“Honestly, Nic, I don’t see the big issue here. She’s good looking, seems smart, has all her wits about her, and you two

would make beautiful babies.”

Again, he laughed, mocking me in my time of conflict. Flicking my finger, a shadow wiped across the room and caught him

in his hand, knocking his glass on the floor.

“Don’t bring babies into this, I’m not even sure I want to bed her, yet.”

“If you don’t, I will.”

At the thought of him rolling around with Ornella naked, my blood began to boil. I was up on my feet before I realised. He

held his hands up in surrender as I lifted him up by his collar, laughter erupting from his mouth despite being subjected to my

fury.

“She ismine,” I growled.

“Well, that answers my next question,” he mumbled, his laughter finally dying down.

Percy always knew how to get me riled up. Lowing him down on the ground, I rolled my eyes and turned away as he

adjusted his shirt. He also knew how to defuse a situation by making it off as a jest.

“If you get this angry about me suggesting such a thing, no wonder she ran from you. You should tell her how you feel,