Diving into the wolf’s Den

While the sight of Konrad's purple hues captivated Lena's eyes, his lips curled into a smile.

"In that case, allow me to say that you look ravishing."

With a bright smile, Lena curtsied.

"Thank you, protector."

"Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, may I know why you wish to meet me in the dark of night?"

Konrad asked, his jesting tone replaced by a serious, inquisitive one.

"I wanted to apologize, and if possible, dispel our misunderstandings."

Lena politely replied, with her fingers crossed and her breasts squeezed between her arms. Thus, enhancing her cleavage's view. Still, Konrad's eyes didn't shift from hers.

"Oh? Please elaborate."

"During the banquet, I didn't mean to antagonize you. I hope you can understand that both my father's life and my country's reputation were at stake. Therefore, I could only adopt that stance."

She began in an apologetic tone, and Konrad nodded.