“My wife?” Keirean repeated. His gaze going around the place once his knights mentioned that certain name. Most already knew that he was not talking about his first wife, he was looking for you, the one whom he married due to political reasons, after his first wife died, many nobles took the opportunity to connect with him— or at least try to.

He accepted one proposal, the one from a Baron, he spoke about his daughter quite fondly, describing her as someone calm, which the commander of the knights seemed to consider. If he married you, then you wouldn’t bother him much and wouldn’t interfere much with Aristia, his daughter. But still, the instincts of a husband seemed to surface when you were around.

“Where is she?” He questioned the knight, though his question was answered when hearing your laugh, it was immediately recognized by him.