The morning sun had just risen, and birds hopped between the lush green branches, chirping merrily as the trees and flowers swayed in the gentle breeze. The air was filled with a refreshing fragrance, and the sight of a beautiful blonde girl nestled beside a tall, dark-haired man looked like a scene from a painting. Unfortunately, the two people enjoying this picturesque scenery were not discussing tender feelings or exchanging sweet words. Instead, they were engaged in a chilling negotiation.
Duke Herbert of Anjou looked down at Lina, his green eyes appearing almost black beneath the morning light. They were so dark that they seemed to reflect nothing at all. His voice was soft, almost like the intimate murmur of a lover, yet every word carried an icy sharpness. "That depends on how Your Majesty wishes to express her gratitude."
