"Princess...the greatest credit this time belongs to you."

Scaramouche calmly sat down on the throne, crossing his legs. You were completely at his mercy, blood staining your dress red.

The magnificent palace is now splattered with blood stains, soldiers' corpses are scattered everywhere.

Are you wrong to trust his words? Tell him everything about your prosperous empire? You should have known the Tsaritsa was aiming for this prosperous kingdom.

You just want a friend anyway.