The queen stood at the entrance, contemplating the scene with her eyes so wide open that they looked like they were going to pop out of her head.
"...Is this real?" she murmured in a low voice, looking at the scene in disbelief.
Mark walked over to stand at her side.
"Oh, but of course it's real, Your Highness," he said, looking at the same scene with his hands tucked inside his tunic. "I promised you'd have control of your kingdom before dusk, didn't I?"
Emilia didn't respond. She continued looking at the council members one by one with an expression of disbelief.
Mark slowly moved behind her and gently placed both hands on Emilia's shoulders.
"The only thing standing between your freedom and that of your beloved kingdom is right in front of you," said Mark in a low voice near her ear. "So tell me, Your Highness, what do you think you'll do about it?"
The queen trembled slightly upon hearing Mark's voice.
"I..." she began to say.
