"If you want to show this Kingdom the ruthless King that you are, then punish me. Show the world you will be their King," Estalle pushed Gerra with her tiny fist, the one that held enormous power despite its lack of strength.
"Not my husband."
His defeated features are shown all over his face, as the word my child rings for quite a while.
She never acknowledges me.
Estalle turned around and walked limply towards the double door at the end of the room, each step resonated loudly with power, piercing his heart.
"You can't protect me and my child inside this castle", she takes a deep breath, clearly exhausted but strength fills her statement, "You are aware of that."
She pushes open the door and leaves Gerra inside the hall.
Falling on his knees screaming in utter despair.
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The girl is weird.
No, it was not her appearance. It was the way she treated him.
