What an eventful return to the capital this was turning out to be.
I had not even been given the chance to rest before I was forced to deal with trash.
God, I wanted to kill that bastard so badly.
He had slapped Regina and grabbed my sister's arm as if she were some random peasant girl off the street.
If Lenora had not stepped in to stop me, I honestly might have left him half-dead on that floor.
But I could no longer afford to be so reckless, nor could I afford to act on impulse now that I wore the crown.
No matter how much of a repulsive piece of trash Vincent was, he was still the heir to a Marquisate, my wife's brother, and thus, technically, my brother-in-law.
Even the mere thought of that connection left a disgusting taste in my mouth, but it was the reality of my position.
No matter how much I wished to end his life, it would have been a different matter if he were not Elbert Ashcroft's son.
