"She did not even look at you." a cold voice rang in the room. "Even when you could have saved both of them from the royal family, she didn't ask for your help.'' Philip's voice was full of fury and he looked exasperated. "What makes you think that you could win her again when you are nonexistent?"
His blood was boiling. His eyes told Harold that he was barely holding, he wanted to lunge forward and Kill Harold at once.
"Your highness. She might have shown that she did not love me. But it also proved that Damien was his weakness. As long as we use it appropriately, she would be in our control. And once Damien would lose her, he would not live anymore." The words did not make sense for Philip who gritted his teeth. But Harold looked at ease. With a smirk, he rested on the soft fur chair that was made specially for him.