"Ha, since when did you care for me so much?" Patrizia replied to him, her voice full of cynicism. "I heard that you have been at odds with the Marchioness of Ethyller. Why, are you tired of her now? Do you need another woman on the bed?"
"… It is not like that."
"If it is not like that," Patrizia replied in a repressed voice, "Why are you doing this to me? Your Majesty was the one who trampled on my heart and killed my pride. I really do not know the reason you are suddenly acting like this."
"…"He did not answer.
But Patrizia read the answer hidden in the silence. She laughed and muttered to herself internally. Yes, if you have a conscience, you would dare not to put such words in your mouth to me. Unless you are trash cannot even be recycled.
"Let go of me."
"Empress, please!" he asked, his voice full of anguish. "You can do anything, but you cannot move alone with that foot!"
"… Go to other places for your admonition."