Chapitre 62: Will History repeat itself?

Lexzandra starts by asking about his health, acting as the concerned daughter. "How are you feeling today, Father?" she asks sincerely, taking a seat beside the king.

The emperor, Theodore, coughs and with a dry smile tells her, "I'm doing fine, Lexzandra. Not going to die very soon."

Lexzandra joins in his joke, laughing softly. "I'm glad to hear that," she replies.

She then slowly brings up the topic of the man. "Such an unexpected commotion happened yesterday," she begins carefully, her eyes never leaving the emperor's face.

She watches as his expression darkens, clearly recalling the events with displeasure. The room feels heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts, the tension palpable.

Lexzandra shifts slightly in her seat, her fingers brushing the delicate fabric of her gown, trying to maintain an air of calm.