Angelina resolutely shook her head, "I'm very clumsy and can't manage too much. You've always been nurturing my political, diplomatic, and military abilities, but I'm far inferior to Roland. If I can't focus, I'm afraid I'll achieve nothing."
Sofia stared into Angelina's eyes, with a piercing gaze; usually, Angelina wouldn't dare look straight at her, but this time she was particularly stubborn, meeting her gaze without yielding, showing her determination.
The cold wind passed between them, lifting the ends of Angelina's hair.
Her pale face was already covered in sweat, and her clothes were soaked through, showing the immense pressure she was under.
This was the first time in ten years of following Sofia that she had defied the Empress's arrangement.
If it were half a year ago, if the Empress had arranged for her to marry Roland, she would have only considered what dress to wear at the wedding, without any other thoughts.
But now, she could not do it.
