Ignoring the reaction, Varkas gave a small nod.
“His Majesty summoned us. Open the doors.”
The chamberlain hurriedly obeyed.
As the doors swung open, a vast hall flooded with brilliant light came into view, along with the golden throne.
Talia raised her head.
A massive man who seemed carved from power itself sat upon the highest seat, studying parchment documents with a bored expression.
Beside him sat Senevier.
She had been whispering something into his ear when she tilted her head and looked toward Talia.
An elegant smile bloomed upon ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) her pearl-like face.
“So you've finally arrived.”
Only then did the Emperor's gaze settle upon her.
Talia wet her dry lips.
She could feel those gloomy eyes slowly examining her.
Unable to endure the shame any longer, she struggled in Varkas's arms.
“Put me down now.”
Ignoring her demand, Varkas continued striding toward the throne.
Talia looked up at him in confusion.
She could not understand what this man was doing.
He was Aila's fiancé.
Was it truly acceptable for him to behave this way in front of the Emperor?
She looked nervously toward the throne again.
A reproachful voice cut through the air.
“I was told there was no real difficulty with your walking...”
Talia stiffened.
Without realizing it, she immediately began making excuses.
“I stumbled on the way here. Lord Siorcan merely helped me.”
Then she firmly pushed against Varkas's chest.
Only then did Varkas, who had been standing as motionless as a statue, finally set her down.