I'll chop off both of your heads!!!

The two pairs of eyes met with unfriendly eyes. The two of them looked with hatred that could no longer be avoided.

"Have you made your decision?" asked Louis with a face that showed his dislike for Dilara.

"Before I make my decision, what else can I get? Besides you going to exile me, Your Highness?" asked Dilara with a small smile.

Louis' gaze stared at the handcuffs that, was still tightly wrapped around Dilara's wrists.

"A freedom, which you currently don't get at all. Isn't that quite precious to you?" asked Louis with a very flat expression on his face.

"Hhh… freedom you say, Your Highness? Didn't you alienate me, and…" Dilara slightly moved her face. "Can I return to the Palace, and become your consort?" asked Dilara with a smirk.

"I can't promise anything at this point. Because obviously… the exile I did was… strip you of all the titles that came from the Aarez Kingdom. And I thought…" Louis puffed out his chest slightly.