"Emmelyn, when we attacked Wintermere, I never thought that I would fall in love with a princess from that kingdom," Mars confessed. "If we met before the war, maybe I would never have attacked your country. I will come to see your parents respectfully and propose to you."
His voice was full of regret.
"You would be perfect if you could turn back time," Emmelyn said suddenly. "If you could reverse time and prevent war and prevent my family from dying .. then I will want to marry you ..."
"Really?" asked Mars earnestly. "If our countries are not hostile, will you be able to accept me as your husband?"
Emmelyn rolled her eyes and gave a big yawn. "Maybe."
"Maybe? Why? You're not sure?" asked Mars. "What do you feel about me?"
"Me? I don't know ..." said Emmelyn. Her voice sounded sleepy. "What is clear tonight, you make me very angry. Very. Angry."
She stressed the last two words.
