chapter 9

Chapter 9

IRENE’S POV

Ethan drove me to his family’s “ancestral” mansion. This place was like a freaking castle. From the glittering walls to the enormous chandeliers, everything screamed royalty. Like, wealthy royalty. And seeing Ethan walk through it all unfazed somehow made him seem a thousand times more attractive. Although not just to me, because my eyebrows wrinkled in contempt when a lady draped in a very lacey, very revealing apparel came towards him, kissing his hand with a sly smile on her face.

“Welcome back, Your Majesty,” she said, bowing her knees. What did she think she was even doing? This wasn’t the Roman Empire and my Ethan certainly wasn’t Augustus Caesar. He’s not your Ethan though, my brain offered.

“Thank you, Guinevere,” he said, hands still in hers. “This is Irene, my mate.” A smile unintentionally came to my face when he slipped his hands out of hers and put his left one at the crease of my back to make this introduction.

“Hi,” I said while nodding at her ver