A political marriage?
Westheid never expected to hear those words from Eilvette's mouth. For a moment, he wondered if he had misheard.
'I'm not sure. I'd better ask again to confirm.'
"This political marriage... are you referring to me?"
The stern-faced Grand Law Officer nodded and said,
"Besides you, who else is worthy of a political marriage with the Royal Court?"
Westheid teased, "As I recall, you don't have any daughters or sisters, do you? You're a solitary man."
If he had, Duke Qinghui would have ruthlessly exploited that opening long ago, filling them up like cream puffs. It was a shame the Grand Law Officer had no such weaknesses, leaving Westheid no opportunity to apply his Revolving Wheel Technique.
Eilvette frowned.
"Why would it be my relatives? As two separate political entities, a political marriage is naturally a matter between ruling families."
"The two parties in this marriage are you, Duke Qinghui, and Her Majesty Ailorus."
