"I'll treat her like a queen," I vow.
My queen.
Uncle Alexei nods, then pats me on the shoulder. "Let's make the best of this situation."
"Yes, sir."
We leave the office, and the moment we return to the living room, Mariya darts to her feet. "When is all of this happening?
Uncle Alexei raises an eyebrow. "It started the moment
you said your vows, printsessa."
Her voice climbs as she asks, "So I have to move in with Luca today?"
"You'll be safe with me, Mariya," I try to offer her some
reassurance.
"It's not my safety I'm worried about," she snaps at me before she storms out of the living room, visibly unhappy that we will remain married.