With Sevan riding Seasmoke to escort Patirius throughout the process, the other families returned all of the Pattirios holdings within a few days, however unwilling they were.
Patirius then turned around and offered all of them to Danyla.
"P-please accept them, Princess! From now on, everything I have, including my fortune and my life, belongs to Your Highness. All I ask is that you allow me to serve at your side."
"Huh?!"
Looking at the young man before her, whose devotion seemed somewhat unhinged, even the fairly sharp-witted Danyla could not quite grasp what he meant at first.
Sevan, however, immediately took offense and sneered,
"You're nothing but a slave I captured. Don't tell me you actually think any of this belongs to you? And now you dare entertain fantasies about Her Highness? I see you have a death wish..."
With that, he drew Raging Tides from his waist and pressed it against the neck of Patirius, whose face had already gone deathly pale with fear.
Sevan felt no pity whatsoever for Patirius's exquisite, tear-streaked face. Wawada and the many female soldiers beside them, on the other hand, could hardly bear to watch.
Danyla had to admit that, for a moment, she had genuinely wanted to take Patirius in hand and torment him a little. The beautiful boy's sobbing was simply too intoxicating.
"Ahem..."
Danyla awkwardly cleared her throat and drove all those strange thoughts out of her head.
"Enough, Saewan!"
"Since you're so sincere, you can stay at my side from now on! But you'll have to work on your health. Look, even Bethany seems much healthier than you."
Bethany, who had been feeling sorry for Patirius, suddenly found herself singled out and blushed shyly.
"Your Highness!"
Saewan had not expected Danyla to keep that pretty boy at her