"Are you ready to come with me to the Holy Empire?"
Sebastian's soft whisper in her ear woke her up completely. Her fever had subsided, and her body... was surprisingly refreshed. But then this?
"You haven't forgotten our wedding plan, right?" Sebastian asked.
Isla closed her eyes when she felt his arms slither to embrace her, enveloping her in his warmth.
As she felt his soft breath brushing her neck, then his lips kissing her skin... his teeth nibbling at her shoulder, Isla suddenly found herself being trapped in his lust.
"You're saying you're bringing me along your path of genocide?" Isla's hoarse and cynical voice incited his soft and deep chuckle.
"My Empress, aren't you glad that your husband's deed would follow your name wherever you go from now on?"
She opened her eyes as she saw him smiling at her like a devil. "I'm not sure that I'll be able to handle the fame."
