The Grand Duke's Soulmate

Kiev’s laughter escaped his lips, treating the proposal as if it were a mere jest. However, Kyren’s face twisted in response. "This is a serious matter, not some satirical play!" the grand duke’s voice resonated with a low, intense tone that reverberated through the room.

With a mischievous grin still lingering on his lips, the prince dared to inquire further, his tone laced with sarcasm, "Pray to tell, who among her family would have the honour of engaging in a duel with me? The deceased King of Ardel or her lost at sea, brother?"

"I will!" the grand duke declared resolutely, his determination unwavering.

Kiev’s smirk deepened as he retorted, "You’re not her family."

"I am her husband!" Kyren shot back, his words carrying a tone of possessiveness.

"Not even close... you’re merely someone with a relationship to her, without the formal bonds," Kiev pointed out dismissively.

"I’m going to kill you!"

The tension in the room escalated as Kyren’s anger surged. He moved forward, his expression contorted in rage, ready to confront Kiev.

However, just in the nick of time, Rafe stepped in between the two, acting as a barrier to prevent another physical altercation.

The healer’s intervention diffused the immediate threat of violence, reminding them that their disagreements must be settled through words, not fists.