In a modern chamber adorned with potted plants and curtains that veiled the windows, a handsome, tall man stood by the window, chuckling at his dear wife. The next instant, a mellow voice rang out in the chamber.
"So you kidnapped the little snake because she is from the place I came from? Hmm."
Damien teased with a smirk, but Elizabeth Thorne didn't seem the least bit affected by his words, making him release a sigh.
"How not fun."
He grumbled, but as he moved, the skin on his hand cracked like fragile glass, causing the Queen to leave the snake in her hand on the table in front of her and rush to his side.
Her blue eyes were filled with so much worry that she never spared anyone else.
"My Dear, why did you leave the bed? You need rest. Why don't you listen to me?"
