Alexander remained silent.
His eyes were no longer brilliant but a dark, terrifying red deeper than blood, like the flames of hell itself.
The blood inside his body was surging, like a typhoon almost tearing his veins apart, as he stroked the back of Qilana.
"I must go."
"No!"
"If you must, then let me go too! I can help--"
Pah!
Qilana's body staggered back before falling into her throne, a stream of blood dripping from her lip as she held her hand to it with a shocked look.
Standing beside her, Zilna's hand was still shaking from the slap.
"Princess! There is a time and place for everything!"
"Will you throw away your revenge, the chance to clear your mother's name because of a man!"
Zilna's body shuddered, even if she was acting, speaking as she would before meeting Alexander; her heart ached, looking at him as if conveying this desperately wasn't her true intention.
His soft smile soothed her worries.
