I remained stoic while looking at her as she tries to keep her posture although I could see her dreading with small beads of sweat forming on her forehead. This is going to be easy.
"Why are you doing this?"
Placing my elbows on the table, I rest my chin on my knuckles. "Simple. Once upon a medieval time, I was his and he was mine."
"He doesn't even know you."
"We'll get there."
She bit her lip, trying to prevent herself from making an scandal. At least she has an idea of what the consequences her actions are once she go savage. Good girl.
"I love him. Do you?"
I had to raise my brow. Women nowadays are just plain talks and trashes. Seems like they can't live without man, love and make ups.
"This is business." I replied.
Success, fame, power, money, is what I am made for. He is just a business I need to deal with and I need to make mine, his name and body... nevermind his heart.
Lancelot is for Guinevere. No one else will have him than me. And after this... I know got the perfect groom for me.
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Got the Perfect Groom
General FictionGuinevere, strong, smart, independent woman with nothing but a cold heart and pure business in mind. Nothing can ever keep her from reaching success even if this means getting married to one spoiled, happy go lucky, hopeless romantic man, the perfec...
