Elizabeth stood there, staring at the two in shock. She couldn't believe her eyes. This is the great general here. Was this how affectionate the great General is that he couldn't even do anything to his fiancee than to shook his head. Earlier Devon had knocked on the door, and stopped in to check on her, but instead of saying something nice, she ran to him, and grabbed his legs; begging him to take the ring off. That sight only was unbelievable.
While the lady consort was wondering if the great General had been charmed by the girl. It was unacceptable to her.
"Devon please. I don't want to have this in my finger forever. Take it off."
The lady consort wonder what she was fuming about. What does she wish to take off? She wondered, as she stared at her, while she continued twirling around his leg.
"I can not, okay? Do you really want to die in the hands of Sergei?"
"No," she gently shook her head in reply.
