There was no arguing the fact that the wedding, or rather, the attempted wedding for I and Ronald, had been a terrible mess.
But father and Duke Belv seemed desperate for us to wed and it would take a lot to deter their efforts.
Just as Duke Belv had said, they were probably determined to create a magical breed, out of a child born between Ronald and I.
So, the best course of action was to make them completely incapable of hosting another abrupt wedding.
How?
The first step was to completely ruin the idea of a wedding between the both of us. Make it completely impossible, and seem like a horrendous decision.
Thus, I ventured towards my hidden warehouse at a private area in the South to initiate my plan.
The carriage journey there had been quiet.
Outside the window, the scenery gradually changed from bustling roads and noble estates into less populated areas. The further we travelled, the fewer people appeared.
That was exactly why I chose this location.
