Greet Your Empress!

"I've heard."

Isla turned to Adam. Her eyes are flat and emotionless.

Tonight, Sebastian said he would host a victory party with his aides and strongest warriors. Isla reluctantly allowed it, and Sebastian explicitly demanded the princess to come.

"It's okay; I understand why you allowed it," Adam said softly as they walked through that castle corridor.

Observing Isla's plummeting mood the moment that man returned with his men, Adam racked his brain to cheer her up a little.

He groaned and said, "Look, Milady, with this, we can estimate his battle prowess because he brought along his closest aides..." he continued after rolling his eyes around, looking for ideas, "...and also we can..."

Isla nudged the man's elbow, smiling. "I know. You're worrying too much."

Adam's eyes wavered. He felt like this because he knew, soon, Isla would be treated as a baby breeder again. That must've felt so terrible.

"Will you come, though?" Isla asked.