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.

“You always arrange everything for me according to your own preferences, and you even do it under the guise of loving me!”

“Martin—”

“Helene

step, his imposing aura fierce and chilling. “Carmella, I thought that… you’d treat that child kindly! I thought you’d

not only harmed that child but

knees weakened, and she fell to the ground with a

first met Martin. She was 14 years old, dressed festively to the palace to participate in the National Day ceremony. She saw the prince standing in the center of the crowd,

that one glance,

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

among the crowds when

life. I wanted to help you extend this

roared, veins bulging

so well? Which monster

“You…”

from the ground, grabbing Martin’s collar. “I’m your wife, the queen of Southeast Aciatic!

could

them were tangled together, and Carmella was grabbing

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