Chapter 11: Lathel and Catherine
Catherine was sitting in her study, reviewing documents sent by her ministers and nobles.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Mother." Lathel’s voice came from outside.
Upon hearing his voice, Catherine immediately closed the document she was reading and called out, "Come in!"
Click!
A maid opened the door. Lathel entered, dressed in a golden robe, his whole body exuding a faint golden aura.
Both Catherine and the maid were taken aback, each thinking the same thing: ’Is that really Lathel?’
Compared to yesterday, he was even more handsome, more captivating, more masculine—and, in fact... Catherine could sense that Lathel was now several times stronger than he had been just a day before.
’Could it be that men change so much after getting married?’ Catherine wondered to herself.
Lathel entered the room and courteously knelt on one knee.
"There’s no need for so much formality," Catherine waved her hand, indicating she didn’t care. "Come, sit across from me."