*Alexander*
"Father, when is Abigail going to leave?" I asked as my training for the day came to an end.
"How would I know, Alexander? She is your fiancée. You should be the one more aware of her plans," my father replied, his usual frown etched on his face as if it were a permanent feature.
"She's becoming overly clingy, and honestly, I feel suffocated by her presence sometimes. We aren't even married yet, and she's already asserting her rights. I deserve to have a life of my own, don't I?" I grumbled with a tinge of irritation, frustrated by Abigail's constant demands for attention.
"Alexander, have you stopped listening to yourself? She's your fiancee and going to be your mate and your wife. Why are you treating her with such disregard?" he scolded, the scowl deepening on his face.
