Chapter One-Fifty-One: Tea

Milos looks identical to Marko.

It is especially clear with Marko holding him on the carry-on, so without any confirmation, I am certain the cameras flashing our way as we descend from the plane will cause enough stir in the media.

His hand is large enough that it blocks most of the flashes from Milos, but there is always the wind that aids in blowing his platinum hair in the wind.

“This way.”

Marko’s security personnel guides us into the sleek black car awaiting us, and as soon as the three of us settle inside, breath finds my lungs.

This…is harder than I thought it would be, and all I was doing was moving to Ketria, more specifically, the castle, not accepting his proposal to be his queen.

My gaze is quick on Milos as soon as I buckle myself in, but he looks undisturbed by the commotion.

Soon the vehicle begins to move, its smooth hum reassuring me of the reality of this situation.

Pseudo-incest.

The word plays in my mind again.

It is easy to dismiss the meaning behind the words if