"Now, we must only obey the guidance of Prophecy and sacrifice ourselves for Chenfeng, such is our fate."
Queen Ophir wept, for she knew King Chenfeng's mind was made up.
Yet even at this moment, she still harbored illusions of her husband, clutching his thigh with one hand, hoping that her tearful cries would evoke the King's pity.
King Chenfeng struggled free with difficulty, as the Queen's weeping grew louder. He feared alarming others and suddenly glared with rage.
"Ophir,
I am your husband, but also your King!"
Queen Ophir was utterly stunned.
Her tears stopped, and she found herself unable to utter a single word.
"Think of our child... my Queen."
King Chenfeng said with a trembling voice.
Queen Ophir looked at her husband, his face suddenly seeming foreign.
Past affection, tenderness, and attachment... had all vanished at that moment.
Fear caused Ophir to tremble uncontrollably, yet her fate had already been determined by her husband.
The most tragic part was...
