"This Empire! Please destroy it, and kill everyone from my family—including the concubines and their offspring!"
Sylvester lowered his sword and silently gazed at her face. He smelled nothing but hatred, anger, and pure rage. There was a story behind it, and he was interested in hearing it.
"What's your story, Princess?"
"You will know eventually, Jack. Please, can you promise me that?" She repeated.
Sylvester shrugged and agreed since he was already doing it, "I promise."
"Thank you."
Without uttering another word, she withdrew from the room, vanishing into the darkness beyond the door. Sylvester didn't follow her either, as she seemed unstable at that moment.
"What do you think, Chonky? What happened to her?"
Miraj ceased hiding behind Sylvester and jumped onto the bed. "Maybe she's hungry, Maxy. I also get angry when I'm hungry."
"But you're always hungry," Sylvester argued.
