"What a pity, brother. You fought so deadly to defend your throne, yet it was all for nothing," Cassius taunted, stifling a laugh. He folded his arms across his chest, smirking.
His wicked face relished Ares's struggle without Vienna. "Why don't you just surrender for the sake of your beloved people? They don't need a tyrant emperor like you—one who murdered the Beaumont family."
Ares's footsteps echoed through the glasshouse, filled with Valeska's favorite scarlet Carlsson roses. He had planned a sweet surprise for her.
Just last night, he finished building the glasshouse, even ordering permanent enchanted plants from Sellia so the scarlet Carlssons would bloom astonishingly until Valeska returned.
My wife will come home. I'll gift her this glasshouse—just like her dream.
She once saw it at the Heavenswater villa—I remember she cried with joy.
I should've realized it was truly you, V. Only you adored those roses so deeply.
