The woman's thoughts were far too easy for Richard to read.
Even if she was a proud woman who had once stood at the peak of the world, how could she not fear something like this?
Her rosy lips parted and closed, though not too dramatically, after hearing his words. Yet, she quickly steadied her expression.
"You'd better not try anything strange," she said in a threatening tone.
Her cold eyes stared sharply at him.
But Richard only smiled.
He found it amusing—seeing this cold and arrogant woman panic.
Her beauty almost made him forget that she had once been an old, dying woman.
"You know, My Queen," Richard said with a playful grin, "it's really difficult at my age. Just so you know, 80% of what crosses my mind involves beautiful women. And you, of course, are one of the most distracting."
The Fire Spirit Queen: "…"
