"TRAITOR…"
Mikhail Denver already expected that to hear from Lady Hayward as soon as he took his mask off. "I don't want to hear that from a member of Her Royal Highness's infamous collection."
"We're different from you," Lady Hayward hissed. "Serving the princess is akin to protecting the empire!"
"Miss me with the b*llshit, Lady Hayward," he said emotionlessly. Now that he already revealed himself to the enemy, there was no use pretending that he didn't know her. "We both know that Her Royal Highness is doing stuff that wouldn't benefit the empire in any way. And one of those selfish agendas of her is stealing the heart for her own good."
Lady Hayward glared at him but she didn't have a retort.
Well, maybe it was hard for her to talk now.
As of this moment, Lady Hayward was being burned alive with his flame. But she remained calm because she couldn't feel any pain. If she did, she would have been screaming and crying by now.
