Emlyn pursed her lips, and her eyes narrowed dangerously. Who said Emlyn wasn't talking to anyone? During her travels, she always talked to strangers.
If there were no people, she would talk to herself or talk to the animals in the forest, or even the trees.?No one would think she was crazy if she talked to herself.
However, if she talked to herself here ... she was dood. Surely everyone would think she was crazy.
While she was undercover as a servant, Emlyn could still communicate with other people, those fellow servants. And until yesterday, she still talked with Mars.
Whenever they ate together, and before going to bed, the two of them would be talking about how their day went and whatnot.
That helped Emlyn not go crazy when she was stuck in the enemy's den, like she was now.
If Mars now avoided her and made Emlyn lose the only thing that made her feel like a free human... then he might as well just lock up Emlyn in a dungeon, where she would spend all her ti alone.
With Mars avoiding her, it felt like the prince had created an invisible cage around Emlyn.
This was what made the girl very angry, upset, and hurt.
Not being able to talk to anyone could drive people crazy. That's why prisoners in solitary confinent tend to lose their minds if they were locked up alone for a long ti.
So, even though Mars seed to give Emlyn freedom by not locking her up, his treatnt of her would be just as bad. The invisible cage was the worse punishnt for soone so lively and full of vigor like her.
This was sothing that Mars didn't understand. He didn't know why a simple act of avoiding her could turn Emlyn so upset.
"I ... don't understand," said Mars.
"Then let revise what I said about you being perfect. You are NOT PERFECT because you are not smart. YOU KNOW NOTHING. Nothing! Now go, leave alone." Emlyn pushed Mars's body off the bed.
But the man's body was too sturdy and Emlyn was also drunk, so she couldn't exert her strength as usual. Mars remained in place.
"In this case, you only talked... to ..." said Mars. Finally, he slowly started to understand what the girl's complaint was. "Do you like talking to every day? Is that what bothers you? Not being able to talk to ?"
Emlyn rolled her eyes. "Who likes talking to you? I was only talking to you, so I don't go crazy."
"Just admit it.. you feel upset that I avoided you because it ans you can't talk to ... Right?" asked Mars, now smiling broadly. His mood which was bleak all day, now gradually turned bright.
"Does that an you like ?" the man asked, pulling Emlyn back into his arms.
"Tch ..." Emlyn looked away.
"You haven't answered my question ..." said Mars. He tugged on Emlyn's chin and gently turned the girl's head to face him. "Isn't your grumpy attitude not because you hate his room, but you hate being apart from ? You don't want us to keep our distance from each other?"
Emlyn looked at those golden irises with teary eyes. She then nodded.
"Are you serious?" asked Mars happily.
[Ah .. she must be serious.]
[She is drunk.]
[Drunk people are always honest!]
In his heart, Mars felt delighted because Emlyn drank so much wine that now she was drunk and was very open to him.
She had admitted that she actually didn't hate her chamber. She also gave a hint that she actually didn't like it if Mars was keeping his distance from her.
Then, if Emlyn didn't want Mars to keep his distance from her... what did that an? Did that an Emlyn actually had a secret crush on Mars?
She hinted that she liked the fact that she could talk to him and she was upset when he gave her the silent treatnt, which was unintentional on his part.
The prince finally decided to take this rare opportunity to find out all about Emlyn, while the girl was in a state where she would be honest about anything.
"Princess Emlyn ... be honest and tell , do you like ?" asked Mars earnestly. His chest was pounding while waiting for her reply.
Now, he just needed to know the girl's answer, yes or no.
He already knew that the words Emlyn spoke from her mouth did not always represent what was in her heart. Earlier, she said she hated her chamber when she actually liked it.
So could it be ... what Emlyn said earlier that she didn't want to marry Mars was, in fact, a lie?
Emlyn rolled her eyes. "Of course I like you. You're very handso ..."
Mars's golden eyes glistened. He was pleased because Emlyn acknowledged his good looks.
Ahh .. it's so nice to hear this from the girl he liked.
"So, do you think I'm handso?" asked Mars again.
"Why do you ask that? Are you a narcissist? You really want to hear saying you're handso over and over again?" Emlyn chided him. "I will not say it again."
"Hmm ... okay. Let's try another question." Mars cleared his throat. "Who are you? And what is your purpose in coming to my castle?"
He wanted to test whether Emlyn really answered all his questions honestly or not.
"?" Emlyn pointed at her own nose.
"Yes, you. Tell who you are."
"Hmmph. My na is Emlyn Rosehill from Winterre. I am the youngest child of the King and Queen of Winterre," Emlyn replied firmly. "I'm here to avenge the death of my family. I deliberately disguised myself as a male servant, so I could freely approach you and ..."
"Hmm ... I already know that part," said Mars. "Then, what about now.. do you still want to kill ?"
Emlyn shook her head. "No."
"Oh ..." Mars's expression imdiately turned excited. He breathed a sigh of relief. That ant Emlyn had changed, and now she no longer wanted to kill him. "Thank God!"
"Now, I want to kill your father."
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