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The more time Aakifahlynn spent observing the pair, the more she realized Demarion could be telling the truth.

After a few moments, 1805, Aakifahlynn could finally snap out of her shock and surprise at what she had just witnessed and finally move from her spot.

She caught up to Demarion while he was conversing with a guard. He had made it down the hall and was approaching the staircase.

Demarion ensured that enough guards were on duty for today's events: "If we need extra men, call out those on leave. I won't take any chances with my Empress. I just got her back, and I won't lose her. I cannot lose her. Do you understand me?"

The guard, visibly nervous, stammered, "Yes, Emperor Dracul, I understand."

"Good because if she so much as breaks a fingernail, it's your head." There was almost a cold chill in the air, and 1805 Aakifahlynn swore the place got darker as Demarion ended the conversation.