Chapter 16: Jester’s Contract.
I entered the meeting room. Luxurious and peaceful as always.
And there she was.
Seles Von Valenthrone. My fiancée.
Brown hair cascading over her shoulders, green eyes glowing with self-importance. Her posture screamed elegance, grace and control.
She looked delicate—almost fragile. The kind of girl a cold-hearted knight might die to protect.
Or so the Original Rael believed. In reality? She was a bitch.
Her nose was slightly crooked, her eyes radiated entitlement and that expression—pure Karen energy.
If you asked me to rate her beauty? A generous 2 out of 10. And those two points were only for the curves she had.
That’s it.
I never understood beauty anyway. I judged people by how they acted.
And Seles?
She acted like royalty at a pig farm.