Yes, that would be her sweet revenge and she could laugh about it in the afterlife.
If the Strongmoor family line ended with Mars, that's none of Emmelyn's business.
Subconsciously, the girl clenched her fists under the table, and her face turned serious. The ball would be such a perfect time for her to get closer to the king and kill him.
The girl was deep in thought.
"We have to prepare a story to tell my parents about who you are and how we met," said Mars, moving Emmelyn from her reverie.
The girl looked up and stared at Mars in amazement. "You mean, making up stories? What for?"
The young man nodded. He took a sip of his wine and seemed to think for a moment. "We can't tell them who you really are. They'll kill you if they find out."
"Hmm.." This time, Emmelyn agreed with Mars. She couldn't let them kill her before she could get her chance to kill the king.
