Meanwhile, in the chaos of the palace, countless servants and guards were busy tidying up.
Suddenly, a scream echoed from the depths of the palace. The young King barely opened his eyes, feeling a burning pain on his cheek. Only then did he realize that everything that had happened was no dream.
"Kill him!"
"I want him dead!"
The young King raged, "That damned bastard! He destroyed my Emerald Palace, stole my horse, and... and my poor Melissa... smack!"
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain struck the other side of his face. He was knocked to the ground again. Clambering up awkwardly, he saw the Queen dressed in fiery red.
"That woman has already been sent back to her husband's side."
The Queen spoke nonchalantly.
"Mother, you have to help me..."
At the dressing table near the window, the beautiful Queen applied light makeup, showing no concern for her son's complaints.
