"What is this nonsense?" yelled Henry as he threw the complaint papers at Emelia. "You did this, did you? During the party in Duke Zed's mansion," Henry sighed out loud and brushed his hair backward, seeing the indifferent expression on Emelia's face. He pointed his index finger at her, "I shouldn't have agreed to this. And you went with him, didn't you? Your lover? Is he even your real lover? Do you even know how what love is?"
Emelia shot a glare at him and said, "Don't compare me with you. You're the one who doesn't understand the word love."
"Emelia, don't you know how much I love you? That is the reason why I kept you in your own room so that no one can touch you. But I made the wrong choice to let you go free just because we have delegates from the Vivan Empire," Henry slid his hands on her hair and gently stroked them.
"Your love is not the love we all know. It's obsession and possessiveness," argued Emelia.
