"Why are you telling me this, Mr. Arthur?" Catherine said in an angry tone.
For a moment, I looked into Catherine's beautiful blue eyes, trying to find the right words. "Because I want to help you, Princess. I want to make you the Empress of the Tiamat Empire. And with my support, you will achieve that," I replied.
Catherine's cold exterior faltered for a moment. The uncertain emotion in her eyes revealed the sensitivity and fragility she hid behind her icy expression. At that moment, I realized that Catherine was not just a princess trying to appear strong in the struggle for the throne, but also a delicate soul, crushed under a substantial burden.
Catherine tilted her head slightly and looked at me more carefully. "Help me? Why? Everyone involved in this battle for the throne has something to gain, Arthur. What's yours?" she asked, her voice still sharp but now a little more vulnerable.