"I want you to open the gate to the capital of Osrose. I will be attending the Third Prince's birthday celebration," the Emperors mutter while his eyes are busy scanning the documents in his hands.
Although he is trying to remain calm, his hand couldn't help but tighten on the papers, leaving it slightly crumpled. And he couldn't stop himself from sighing. Since he received Alastor's report, he didn't stop working since last night. He needs to finish the paper works before his scheduled departure. He needs to leave as soon as he can. There is no way that he will allow Selene to be alone with that notorious Prince. Just thinking about it is enough to drive him mad that he desperately craved to bury his sword on the chest of that impudent Prince before hacking his body into tiny million pieces.
