A Prince Without a Bride
After brief silence Tommy asked his uncle
"Uncle, what should we do now?"
The words sounded heavy.
Gone was the arrogance Tommy carried when he first arrived at the Drake Empire's borders. The proud prince who had demanded Harry kneel earlier now looked pale beneath the pressure filling the air.
Even breathing felt difficult.
Leon stood quietly in the distance, saying nothing, yet the invisible sword intent surrounding him pressed against everyone like a mountain hanging above their heads.
Tommy's back was already soaked with cold sweat.
At this moment, it was already impressive that he could remain standing without collapsing to his knees.
His fingers trembled slightly beneath his sleeves.
His mind was in chaos.
The marriage alliance had failed.
Completely failed.
And not only failed—it had collapsed in the most humiliating way possible.
Once he returned to the Blue Empire, the entire imperial court would laugh at him.
No…
