Julius's face twisted with anger the moment he heard her words.
His jaw tightened and his eyes flashed with disgust. "You are saying I serve you and my Rose gives up her body?" He let out a sharp, disgusted snort. "Are you retarded?"
"Think whatever you want," Miasma spoke, looking completely unbothered.
Her posture stayed relaxed on the throne.
"It's just that if you wish to live, you will have to serve me." She finished with a light chuckle that cut through the heavy air.
Julius's eyes narrowed sharply. His breathing grew a little faster. "And what if we refuse?" he asked, voice low and steady.
Hearing him, Miasma's face turned cold and serious. Her smile faded away completely.
"Then you will die!" Her voice rang out strong and clear across the space.
She turned to Rosalina, who was staring straight at her with wide, fearful eyes. "And she will become my vassal whether she wants it or not!"
