CHAPTER 8 (2). QUEEN PATRIZIA.

Beautifully dolled up to no avail. Patrizia did not feel much emotion when she saw her gorgeously-draped figure. Anyway, the Emperor, whether she wore rags or dresses, would choose Rosemond instead of her. Of course, she had no desire to be chosen by him.

"Lady Patrizia, you must leave now."

Patrizia moved slowly at Mirya's words. There was no nervousness at all. Being nervous was when one liked the other person.

She did not like him, and he did not like her, so this was merely a ritual, not a divine matrimony. That was the complete meaning of this.

Patrizia did not smile when she saw the Emperor fully dressed in a suit. Lucio also didn't smile when he saw the beautiful Patrizia in her dress.

The two seemed to stand there like dolls. Just like a pair of people who had to do their job.