Randa had scarcely any strength left in her body, allowing the other party to manipulate her as they wished.
After a while, she heard a series of erratic footsteps. Subconsciously, she opened her eyes, and the person in front of her gave her a start.
The man stood in front of the bed, looking down at her from above.
The pair of jet-black pupils held no emotion, as though looking at a corpse.
In this instant, Randa's hazy thoughts suddenly cleared.
Realising something, her face instantly turned pale.
"Prince Brooklyn, why are you here?"
As tranquil as ever, the prince began speaking softly, "The princess is clever, Perhaps she could guess?"
Randa forced a bitter smile: "Before today, I wanted to join the prince, but now it seems like the prince doesn't need me."
Prince Brooklyn merely smiled and did not respond.
His silence was the best answer.
After a long while, he asked, "Does the princess have any last wishes?"
Any last wishes?