Not Stay as the Bride, Only Escape

Owen kept on frowning at the young man in the bride’s white garb. He kept on badmouthing the deity that he was hoping to use as a backing. “Milan, you look like you have a good relationship with Lasair, but even the most patient god will strike you down if you keep up with the insults.”

Milan glanced at Owen and only chuckled with a slightly embarrassed yet coquettish smile. “Haven’t you heard of mainland banter? This is completely acceptable where I grew up.”

“Do we have time to stand around? I thought we were looking for that woman and my father…” Esperanza gritted her teeth. Milan’s gaze at her confirmed her standing as a hostage, but she didn’t want to run away from these three men. If anything, she was safe with them.