Daphne already knew what was to come. After all, it wouldn't be the first time her poor ring was forcefully shoved onto Drusilla's finger. Yet, she still held her hand out, entrusting her husband not to damage the precious accessory.
"Please do so, King Atticus!" Duke Lanperouge cried out. He shuffled forward on his knees, now kneeling directly in front of Atticus. If he reached out, he could easily grab onto Atticus's trousers.
King Cyrus's face darkened― it was not a very pleasant feeling watching a duke from Reaweth kneel and beg the king of Vramid. Yet, he remained quiet. It wasn't a time to engage in petty fights and scores, not when his most precious daughter's purity was in jeopardy.
