The moonlight was like frost as it enveloped the majestic imperial palace in a layer of frigidity. The dew that fell on the steps gave off a touch of chill.

Carmella stood in the center of the hall with her eyes cast down. Her expressionless face was stiff with a determined indifference.

It was all over, and talking about it was futile.

The only thing she cared about was Martin. If Martin did not trust her, was repulsed by her, and loathed her, then her world would lose all its radiance.

Carmella spoke softly after a long silence. “Your Majesty, are you hungry?

“I remember you used to like the raspberry cake I make. Shall I make some for you now?”

“You don’t have to bother.” Martin’s voice was hoarse as he slowly turned around. “You probably don’t know that I don’t like that kind of overly sweet stuff… It’s you who always thought you knew best!”

Carmella’s eyes dimmed, and she clenched her hands tightly.

Martin looked at her, his commanding expression jolting her.

everything for me according to your own preferences, and you even

“Martin—”

to the throne back then!” Martin was regretful. “Helene made a mistake, and as her older

I thought that… you’d treat that

only harmed that child but you also

weakened, and she fell to the ground with a

to the palace to participate in the National Day ceremony. She saw

one glance, she was fixated for

you, I’ve sworn to clear all obstacles for you. I want to make

the way you shone among the

to help you extend this glory

roared, veins bulging

treat you so well? Which monster would

“You…”

a hint of madness. She suddenly stood up from the ground, grabbing Martin’s collar. “I’m your wife, the queen of Southeast Aciatic! You said… You once

Martin could not take it

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