The words fell.
Duke Blaine's face turned livid with anger.
Princess Fiona's remark undoubtedly put Prince Simon on the stake to be grilled. Indeed, at this moment, everyone's gaze unconsciously gathered on Prince Simon.
Prince Simon had already lifted his head due to the disruption at the coronation.
But he still maintained a position of kneeling on one knee.
Listening to the faint murmurs around his ears.
Prince Simon's face was pale, and the cold sweat seeping from his forehead already revealed his anxiety, but he kept his lips sealed, never uttering a word.
Prince Simon: I don't want to be king either.
Unfortunately, he couldn't say anything.
Prince Simon clenched his teeth and stared ahead.
His gaze fell on the sweep of golden robes, carefully tracing the sunflower pattern embroidered on the robe, seemingly just looking for something to distract himself.
