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AFFIANCED TO THE EMPEROR 💍

The Emperor lifted his brows in sudden confusion.

He wondered what on earth she was trying to do now.

She had already been disarmed.

She had already lost.

What mischievous ideas was she trying to play on now?

What did she hope to achieve by stopping the duel now?

"What? Why?" he asked still staring quizzically at her.

"I am tired of using a spear. How about a sword!"

He scoffed in surprise then chuckled in a way that suggested that she was unbelievable.

She was trying to back out of defeat with that tactic?

How shameless of her!

Well, he did not mind.

He just actually wanted to entertain her anyways.

"You are tired?" he asked.

She shamelessly nodded.

"Just like that?" He pressed on with an amazed chuckle.

She nodded again.

"Now, you want to use a sword and not a spear?"

"Did I stutter?" She asked with her gaze fixed on it.

"You didn't. But I just think that you do not want to admit that you have lost Mine?" he asked her.

"I did not lose," she stressed. "I only want a change of weapon," she further enlightened him.

She didn't want him to beat her with any means possible.

She swallowed as she met his gaze while trying to hold her ground.

His eyes saw too much.

"Cunny woman," he said to her with a smirk. "But you should remember that you are not more cunny than I am."

"You would not believe it if I even told you that you aren't right, so I wouldn't," she replied to that.

The calculating smirk on her face had him sighing in surrender.

He could never win against her, especially not with that look that was sitting in her eyes.

"Bring me my sword Cora!" he ordered his escort.

Cora reached for the sword with her and brought it forth.

Rose's eyes rose the instant she sighted the weapon.

That wasn't what she planned.

"No," she told him, shaking her head with defiance.

"No?" he cocked his right brow as he held onto the sword.

What was she doing now?

He just knew that she must have something ridiculous sitting right up her sleeves.

"Yes. I shall make my pick," she informed him, "and yours too," she added.

He nearly chuckled at her words.

What was she trying to do now?

This cunny woman!

He just knew that she was definitely up to no good with that silly suggestion.

She would make his pick and hers?

Choose a weapon from him?

As if he could not best her with any weapon.