Max did not know whether to cry or laugh at this situation. Were things really that easy? Would he truly just walk into the Thunder Empire and walk out without any real difficulties?
He knew better than anybody that life was never that generous. He had lived through hell in his own world, trapped in a toxic environment filled with lies, manipulation, and smiling faces hiding rotten intentions. There was no way he would fall for Freya's sudden submission.
He knew she was scheming.
She looked far too composed for somebody who was supposed to be afraid. Far too steady for a woman whose empire had just been invaded. No matter how warm her smile appeared, Max could feel that something was concealed beneath it.
"Keep kneeling, then..." Max walked past her, sitting himself on the Thunder Throne.
