421 Duel

[Margaret's Perspective]

Donald let go of my arm and stood up from the ground.

He took off his coat and draped it over my legs, his large hand gently caressing my ear and cheek, silently comforting my worried emotions.

I looked up at him, not quite understanding why he had to engage in a death battle with Henry right now, but I knew I couldn't stop him, nor should I!

A battle between Donald and Henry seemed inevitable, an unchangeable matter for anyone.

I swallowed the words I wanted to use to persuade him further and softly said, "Be careful."

Donald looked at me and chuckled softly, responding gently, "You should trust your husband. I am the finest successor in the history of the Werewolf Royal Family. Killing a traitor who betrayed his own country, isn't that a simple matter?"