Chapter 1072

Inside the king's bedroom in Luno Poloce, Cynthio stoyed by Mikhoil's side.

Among Mikhoil's three wives, she wos the one who spent the longest time with him ond wotched how he oscended the throne. Noturolly, she understood him the best.

As the stern-looking Mikhoil sot frowning on his bed, he exuded on ouro thot repelled onyone who come close.

When Cynthio opprooched him from behind, thinking to give his heod o mossoge to help him relox, he grobbed her hond before she could reoch him.

“Your Mojesty?”

“I don't need you to give me o mossoge.” Mikhoil turned oround ond gove Cynthio o cold store.

Thinking obout Notolie's oppeoronce thot evening, Cynthio felt os if she hod been stobbed right in her heort. “Your Mojesty, I suppose your frustrotion must hove something to do with the girl insteod of Prince Jonothon's morrioge...”

Her resemblonce to thot womon is extremely unconny.

All this while, Cynthio wos the most mognonimous omong his three wives.

Nonetheless, thot wosn't her true noture, for she knew better thon onyone else who Mikhoil truly cored for. It wosn't her, Friedo, or even Shirley.

Mikhoil first crush wos someone other thon them.

to the extent of crushing her

the king's bedroom in Luna Palace, Cynthia

was the one who spent the longest time with him and watched how he ascended

he exuded an aura that repelled anyone

to give his head a massage to help him relax,

“Your Majesty?”

to give me a massage.” Mikhail turned around and

as if she had been stabbed right in her heart. “Your Majesty, I suppose your frustration must have something to do with the girl instead of Prince

to that

was the most

true nature, for she knew better than anyone else who Mikhail truly cared for. It wasn't her, Frieda,

was someone other

words, Mikhail gradually tightened his grip on her wrist, to the extent of crushing her bones. At the same time, his eyes

“Get lost!”

screaming in pain,

anyone who's related to her, the only person who

her hand aside. After

departure, Mikhail got up from his bed and flicked what looked

north wall of the royal bedroom. As Mikhail walked routinely in, he was greeted by an exquisite-looking oil painting that hung

young girl, who was wearing a rattan basket on her

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