Aleister smiled, ''Good girl,'' He whispered, not bothering to answer her question. She was a curious one and it certainly pleased him to no extent whenever she asked her doubts with those doe-like innocent eyes which would be throwing knives at him most of the time. It was like she had no one to lean on other than him.
He shifted his attention to his father, the old man who was so desperate to get him married for a decade. He was amused that how he did not arrange a wife for him when he was born, "Here's my wife."
"You have yet to marry her," The King said, his deep-set of eyes staring straight at his son's and the girl's entangled fingers, "So, she is not your wife yet.''
''I will only marry her," Aleister stared at the man emotionlessly, "She will be my wife eventually," There was no humor in his tone.
