Her words echoed in his ears and mind, over and over again!
It was as if they had been etched into his very soul.
She would be his Queen, and he would be her King.
She had spoken these words without hesitation, and they stirred an emotion within Achilles- a sense of grandeur that not even the countless powers he had assimilated could evoke.
This was Rose Adrian.
This was his Queen.
He, the Ninth Adrastia Emperor King, had found a Queen to complement and accept who he was fully!
Achilles held her hands tightly, as though he never wanted to let them go. His gaze locked deeply onto hers as he spoke softly.
"Then there's something I need to do. I have to ensure that my Queen becomes as strong as possible- that she can withstand any dangers that are to come."
His voice was vibrant with determination. "I was able to make you stronger before by nurturing you, but now, I can do even more. Would it be okay if I try?"
