"You can have all the women in the world― hell, you can have Elinora Wynsler if you wish. I have seen the way she makes eyes at you all the time," Ricard said with a sneer. "But this―" He reached down and grabbed Soleia's face by her cheeks, squeezing so tight that she cried out in pain. "This woman is mine."
Ricard harshly let go, causing Soleia's body to drop to the deck as she yelped. She cradled her jaw while making sure to keep her body away from Ricard and Raziel, constantly watching them from the corner of her eyes.
Her gaze continued to flicker between Raziel and Ricard, watching the way the two brothers interacted with each other.
This was strange. Before, these two had always worked well as a team. Ricard was an offensive force while Raziel worked as his support. They had unrivaled chemistry on the battlefield, and as such, Soleia had no doubt this was the reason why they managed to triumph over all the other princes born to the Raxuvian royal family.
