Torture her

She smiled slyly. “Think about it, I'm sure the people would love to hold a welcome home party for you,” she said with a sweet smile.

Dylan looked around while nodding slowly. “I get you, but I don't need any of that now,” he said, looking back at he

She became agitated. “Well... If not now, then when?

“Maybe when we've finally sorted everything out properly and my father has found his justice for the untimely death.” He said bitterl

She inhaled and nodded. “Then I must let you rest. I'm sure his Highness must be tired, and the journey must have been stressful,” she said while bowing her hea

Dylan looked at the lady. He wanted to correct her because he could still remember his journey here. It was rough, but roughly good, he must admit. It wasn't as bad as one who viewed it. The journey wasn't to his expectation, but he also liked the way it went. At least he had his first time with the girl who also gave her first time to him. He valued her for that, but he also hated her for his fat