Lyla was a stubborn woman. She thought this was fate. After ten years, she was given a chance to mend her relationship with her long-lost son.
She would not let this opportunity go when it was handed to her on a silver platter.
"Please listen to me... You are not going to the lion's den. The king is not your enemy. If I were you, I would fake my death to deter my two chasers and find refuge in Atlantea," Lyla tried to convince Emmelyn.
"Lyla.. shut up. I am not dumb, okay?" Emmelyn rolled her eyes at Lyla's persuasion.
"You can go to Atlantea and start a new life. And where is the better place to hide and start anew if not in Summeria, in the arms of the king himself?" Lyla looked at Emmelyn intently. "The king wants you because he is in love with you."
Emmelyn suddenly couldn't move. She thought the world had truly gone mad.
