If she were still alive, maybe Basil would have invited her to the lawn celebration, but the goddess had removed the need for that mercy with her death.
It had been her fate to never enjoy such an honor as far as he was concerned and well deserved for everything he'd put up with over the three years of their marriage.
He pushed the thought of her away. Today was a day to celebrate, not think of meddling dead women.
Tina led Delia through the crowd with a proud smile.
In her mind, Delia was a far wasn't match for the prince than Laura had been: lovely, subservient, and Basil's mate.
"Congratulations, Your Highness!"
Tina said, bowing slightly as Delia walked toward Basil.
He took her hands and brought her closer with a loving smile.
Ministers and nobles came to congratulate them. His grandfather was first in line, but Basil's gaze drifted around the hall. The most important guest to him was missing.
"Where is my father?"
