33

ROME

I packed another bag with my new sets of clothes.

When I went down, Linden had just arrived with my friends. They wore the same suit.

“Wow. Isn’t that too much?”

“Too much? You should have seen your lobby.” Kye showed me the live footage outside the building.

He was right. There were at least thirty heads in the lobby, and I bet a few more outside waiting for me. It was shocking how people were so interested in royal romance. They still believed in fairy fucking tales.

“Whether you like it or not, you have to write our cheque,” Kye added.

I snorted. “I thought we were friends, asshole.”

“You’re kidding. But I can’t wait to see Triberean,” Sax said.

“I thought they call themselves Caprean,” Kye told Sax.

“Caprean is like pure blood. Tribereans are mix and modern.”

I watched Zee and Linden as they planned on the laptop.

“Have you talked to Carly— Princess Carlott?”

I looked at Sax. “Yeah. Just right after I talked to Linden. Why?”

“Did she tell you how the media got