"Aww...poor prince, if you lick my feet...I might consider making you my emperor." Diana murmured smirking at Philip who was standing frozen in one place.
Marinette is still losing blood on the floor.
"Don't want to lose your pride, but the beggar doesn't choose. I'm the daughter of the EMPEROR after all." she kept taunting the prince with her words.
"So does that mean you're just a fake daughter of the duke??" the prince took his sword back then crossed his arm standing tall with his cold gaze staring at Diana.
"The past IS the past, I still can't believe I become a princess like this."
"Should I congratulate you?? But what about the man you love?? Will he accept you as the princess?? I think commander Victor doesn't like royalty much."
