"Why do you want to marry me?"
''To get the throne of Defire.''
Esme looked at him in disinterest, ''Apologies for waking you up but your dreams are far-fetched,'' What had the throne of Defire got to do with her? He was the heir apparent and the throne would eventually belong to him in the future. Why was he dragging her between it?
Jeremiah clicked his tongue as he grabbed a twig from the tree and played with it between his fingers. As he stepped towards her, he broke the twig and threw it on the ground before trampling on it.
''It's not me who is dreaming. It's you who is being naive,'' he lowered his head to whisper beside her ear.
The hellfire was still burning in the forest but she since she had it under control, it did not spread to the other trees.
In the gleam of fire, Esme could see the hatred in his eyes as he spoke, ''You have been such a hindrance for my ambitions, Es.''