"Your Highness, it's about time," Informed Jason, bowing his head. Emelia stood up and wore a black cloak on. She pulled the hood on and looked at Jason, pondering why they would accept her proposal risking their own lives.
"Is it alright to show up in that kind of state?" Asked Jason, worried about the bruise on her face. Henry didn't need to go that far and vent his anger on her. She's not a dummy that could be wrestled with any time.
Her figure is enough to tell that she shouldn't be pushed around.
"I don't have a choice. It's been deiced, and I didn't expect Henry to come to my room either," Answered Emelia, touching her cheek for the last time.
"We can move it to another date," Insisted Jason, but then Emelia shook her head.
