Chapter 224 I have to refuse

Chapter 224 I have to refuse

Immediately, the room fell into a hushed silence, punctuated only by the clinking of silverware set down in surprise.

King Alistair looked thoughtfully at Calypso, then to Sylvia, and finally towards his own advisors. "Elder Calypso, that is quite the significant proposal. One that should not be considered lightly."

Elder Calypso chuckled softly, his scaly face alight with hidden machinations. "I agree, King Alistair. But what better way to bind the fates of our two realms? This union would not just be of two people, but of two nations—a unity that can lead us to an age of unprecedented cooperation."

Sylvia's heart rate sped up. What was this? What was this elder suggesting? Marriage? So her only worth was through marriage?

Did these people plan all of this beforehand? Did they think that she would be easy to manipulate and overwhelm if they cornered her alone without her family?

She felt anger bubbling up inside her as the situation was getting out of her hands very fast.

The finely crafted wine glass in her hands shattered as the vein on her forehead throbbed. She was about to burst out in anger when suddenly the King spoke in an unexpected tone.

King Alistair, whom Sylvia currently had a very low opinion of, gave a rueful smile. He directly looked at Sylvia, straight into her eyes and broke into an apologetic smile.

"Ahem. My princess, I am sure you have your reasons for suggesting this proposal. However, I must decline."

Hmmm? Sylvia raised a brow.

Elder Calypso also looked taken aback.

"Please don't misunderstand, Elder Calypso," King Alistair continued, his voice firm yet respectful. "Your proposal, while indeed grand and symbolic, overlooks one crucial factor – the personal choice and happiness of those involved."

"A union, especially one of such significance, cannot be based solely on political convenience. It must be rooted in genuine affection and mutual respect."

"You still think that something is off?" Slyvia walked over to the man, whose lithe and slender figure was illuminated by the moonlight. He looked like he was not even real, just like how she had seen him for the very first time.

For some reason, the past churned in her memories as she started remembering bitter things. She did not want to remember those things. She snapped out of it to make small talk with Roman.

Roman ruffled his hair awkwardly, not expecting to talk to Sylvia at this hour, that too one-on-one. He was not much of a talker so he did not have anything to discuss with her.

"Are you satisfied now?" He asked.

Sylvia laughed lightly. "A little, maybe?"

"Heh. You fought with your father a lot for this and you are only satisfied a little?"

Seeing Roman tease her, Sylvia gently shook her head. "You wouldn't understand."

Roman turned serious for a moment. "You are right. I wouldn't understand. I have grown up with blood and carnage so I don't understand these peace talks. I still don't think they work. That's why I am standing here."

"Thank you." Sylvia smiled.

She was about to head back in but Roman suddenly tugged at her hand. Holding her slender hand in his hand, he looked into her eyes. "Tomorrow... I have something I need to discuss with you." He started.

Sylvia's eyes widened. "What-" She responded when suddenly the two of them snapped to turn their heads towards East at the same time. Both their expressions turned grave immediately.

"Roman!" Sylvia gasped and the wolf's eyes narrowed with palpable killing intent.

Demons!

And there were so many of them!