Chapter Thirteen

Marco’s POV

I stormed through the corridors of the palace, anger pulsating through my veins like wildfire. How could my father assign Scarlett such a significant responsibility without even informing me? We were supposed to be a team, sharing our lives and supporting each other through thick and thin. The thought of Scarlett keeping such an important matter from me gnawed at me, fueling my frustration with each step I took.

Finally, I reached my father's study and barged in without a second thought. He looked up from his desk, surprise flickering across his face at my unannounced intrusion.

"Father," I spat out, my voice laced with resentment, "how could you give Scarlett this task without consulting me? Aren't I her husband, her partner? Shouldn't I be involved in matters concerning our kingdom?"

He sighed heavily and motioned for me to sit down. "Marco, calm yourself," he said in a weary tone. "I understand your frustration, but there are reasons behind my decision."

I clenched