— What do you mean, I’m the king’s second wife? — A flush spreads across my cheeks, giving away my fury, but I hold my ground. Is he a widower? But no—into the hall comes a young, well-cared-for woman with a baby in her arms. I’m simultaneously the second wife, not one after another? How dare they?
— Countess, it’s tradition. The king has two wives, and you are noble in your position as queen, while Aria is the king’s favorite concubine and the mother of his firstborn. Don’t worry—she’s only a noblewoman.
— Only? Are you taking me for a fool?
— No, for a poor, wretched fool—with a good pedigree and the title of countess! — hissed the queen-mother, and the lover smiled smugly.
— Well then, I have a big surprise for you!
How to turn a ruined castle into a profitable hotel? And I know a way.