McLaren Brittany chuckled, then was submerged in sorrow again, whispering, "Nanny was also my most precious treasure! I would trade all my wealth, all my lands, and all my power just to have her back!"
"Go! Anne will be yours, but not as a reward from me. That is a matter for you two alone!"
Charles and Antonio left hand in hand, and McLaren Brittany, soon-to-be Emperor of the Empire, looked towards the departing door and muttered to himself, "Count Charles Mekelen, what kind of man is he, really?"
"Every word he says, every letter, seems so hypocritical, it sounds like braggadocio, making one want to slap him!"
"But, he truly did make every word he said come true!"
"I really don't know if handing Anne over to him was the right choice."
"But... even if I tried to stop it, Anne would elope with him anyway!"
"Anne, that guy literally snatched her from my hands!"
"Right here, I watched him pry my fingers open one by one, so domineering and tyrannical, taking Anne away."
