The Mate Lottery: I Won The Emporer
“M-my father… he sent you a letter. It, um, it had all my best virtues. You know, my grace, my loyalty, my wisdom... everything that makes me, well, worthy to stand by your side.”
Her words trips over each other.
The Emperor cuts her off with a look so cold it could freeze fire. “The letter means nothing to me. I have not read it, nor do I intend to.”
Ouch. He could have at least lied about that. Why is he so rude?
“What matters is what you tell me, right here and right now.” His gaze pins her down. “So tell me, who are you without your father’s words?”
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