Kyle watched Silvy closely, her excitement undeterred even in her weakened state.
She clutched his robe with renewed fire in her eyes, declaring her wish to marry him with all the seriousness her trembling body could muster.
For a moment, Kyle said nothing, his gaze steady, unreadable. Then he sighed and knelt down beside her.
"You say that now, but it's not that simple. It's not just up to me anymore."
He said, his voice quiet but firm.
Silvy blinked, confused.
"What do you mean?"
"My engagement to the Grand Duchess—Amana—is still in place. She's not just a political figure. She's someone with real power, real emotions, and a real stake in what happens next. If you want to marry me, Silvy, it won't just be my decision. You'll need her agreement as well."
Kyle said calmly.
There was a short silence.
He had expected her to hesitate. He'd expected some sulking or maybe even despair. But Silvy's eyes lit up instead, brighter than ever.
