MY DAUGHTER'S MATE
I scoffed.
The King flickered his eyes in another direction, his eyes betraying his anger.
Why would he be angry? I spoke the truth.
“Pamela is our daughter, her mates are getting married,” he defended.
“No one is stopping her from getting married,” I frowned. “She would have gotten married if she hadn't rejected her mate, all because he is a slave and the other was a Prince, she threw herself cheaply, she made herself a sex doll, what was she expecting? Princes need a mate, not a sex doll.”
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