Inside the Falazar Count Family's Spirit Ship, a couple of very powerful figures were engrossed in a game of chess. Their voices conveyed their truths, matching the moves that flickered chess pieces across a mahogany board.
"Why did you never tell me your eldest son was such a genius, Count Falazar?" The gentle voice of a gorgeous woman garbed in purple dripped into Knox's father's ears. "If you had informed me of his existence beforehand, I would've been more than happy to arrange an appropriate marriage between our two families."
"Even if it were with your eldest daughter, Lady Willow?"
Duke Willow's flawless facial features stagnated as she processed the question, her brows furrowing.
Count Falazar chuckled as he moved a pawn across the board. "You must forgive my lackluster sense of humor, Lady Willow. I'm well aware that your eldest must maintain her chastity if she wishes to join the Purpledream Isle's Sister Covet."
