Damon was surprised when he heard the details about the woman he was going to marry.
He had truly thought Angela would bring him a perfect woman of noble origin. Surely it would've been someone polished, traditional, and safe, who would become the conservative backbone of the empire.
A figurehead with impeccable bloodlines would be the safest choice. Especially with his precious failed engagement. But…
He was wrong. And it was the best kind of wrong.
He liked this decision, just as Cecilia did.
The plan was audacious, and it made a kind of sense that only his sister could have orchestrated. Angela had been locked in a dungeon for years, and yet she had still managed to out-think everyone above ground.
"Well done," he smiled at his sister. "You... kinda never disappoint me, even when you enter that dungeon."
Angela rolled her eyes. "Did you mean that as a compliment?"
