"So far that my last breaths won't have her name on them, so far that when I take my last breath, she won't know... that I died."

He whispered his heartfelt wish to which De Villiers narrowed his eyes in dejection, feeling compassion for his state.

"The decision is yours." He breathed out, knowing it's futile to force him to listen at this point.

"She is leaving for Paris next week to exchange alliances with Alphonse." He informed him in a cold voice, getting up from the ground.

"Whenever you are ready, tell me. I will make arrangements." He said, turning his back on Nathaniel.

Closing his eyes, he remained...