It can't be!
Disbelief flickered across Nephis' face, but it soon changed to scorn the moment the realization dawned on her that this man was the same Asher.
He also died in that building, and it wasn't as if she hadn't thought of it several times, but that thought had died away with time.
Suddenly, Nephis began to laugh.
"It seems you were born to be lesser than my true choice. Here you are—a mere count with a pathetic county under your rule, and he is a king of a kingdom respected by every duke of the north."
Asher raised an eyebrow.
"Wyvern killer?" She scoffed. "Humph! You managed to kill one wyvern, but House Wyvern has over a thousand more!"
A cold gleam flashed through her eyes. "The pain will forever plague you because you'll never have a woman like me."
A proud smirk graced Nephis's beautiful face. Her tone was audible for the count and those close, such as the count's relatives, to hear.
Asher knew she wanted to humiliate him publicly.
