Robert came closer.
"For your safety," he said, gripping the edge of the table.
"Once judgment is passed, things will spiral. No matter how stubborn the King is, the ministers will force his hand."
Emilia shook her head.
"Running will only make things worse."
"I am just worried things will become very bad if you continue to stay in the palace," he pressed.
"If you are concerned about your brothers, I will find a way to get them out of the house as well."
Emilia shook her head, refusing.
His method is not only dangerous but also suggests that they are admitting to wrongdoing.
"The charges are not solid. There is no way the King will succumb to them."
Robert turned pale at her words, and he withdrew a bit.
"I was just afraid of losing you," Robert said, his voice low and raw.
His hand slowly came to hers, and Emilia blinked.
She pulled her hand away.
"Have faith in him."
Robert's expression darkened.
Faith.
