novelraw Chapter 709: Your Love Is a Disaster to Her
Chapter 709: Your Love Is a Disaster to Her
Die at the hands of a woman?Connor raised an eyebrow. People of the S Kingdom were particularly strong, and it was impossible to lose in a frontal fight. Women...especially beautiful women, were indeed very effective weapons.
"Therefore, the King has chosen a girl with a clean background as your wife, and you’ll meet her tomorrow."
Connor was so shocked he almost jumped down!
"I don’t need one! I have a girlfriend!"
"Your Highness, you do need one."
Hel advised earnestly, "You’ve just returned to the country and need a strong wife’s family as your backing to support you. Otherwise, without prestige, it’s hard to gain people’s trust. Your bloodline isn’t pure either, and the next King of the S Kingdom shouldn’t be more mixed than yours. You must marry a noble lady of our country. As for your current girlfriend, just break up."
Connor’s face was grim.
What was the point of being this so-called prince?
No freedom, no family affection, and now he couldn’t even choose his own wife!
For the first time, he deeply understood the powerlessness Harry Hunter once felt — even someone as powerful and wise as Harry Hunter was once forced into a marriage alliance with Cherry Lewis, marrying a woman he didn’t even like.
"I won’t marry anyone else. Go tell that King not to waste his efforts. I only love my girlfriend. Even if he forces me to marry someone else, I won’t touch her!"
"Your Highness, standing up to His Majesty the King will not benefit you. You should be aware of our combat prowess. Don’t say things like that in front of anyone else, or the lady you care about might lose her life."
Hel’s expression was solemn: "Your brother died at the hands of a woman he loved deeply. If you also become deeply attached to a woman, it will be a disaster for her. His Majesty the King will not allow any woman to affect his son again. She will have only one path — death."
Connor’s heart instantly plunged into an ice cellar.
So his Young Master’s identity as a prince put him in a crisis, and even his woman was in danger?
Could he only obediently obey orders?
Connor sat at the top of the palace, looking at the distant high walls and the heavily guarded gate, and smiled faintly.
Is a person’s life just a constant cycle?
Once caged, still caged, just in a larger, more luxurious cage.
No one cared about his feelings or thoughts. Keeping him confined and extracting his value was enough.
A dog — why would it need freedom? Why would it need dignity?
To be the master, one must become strong! Strong enough that no one dares to imprison him anymore!
Connor climbed down from the top, retreated into the palace, and called Hel in to spar with him.
It was not a life-and-death struggle but a match of skills.
In over twenty years, Connor rarely had an opponent, always suppressing others. Now being suppressed, he exploded with unprecedented potential and energy!
He fought with Hel like he was tireless and without pain, battling until the sun set.
Throughout, Hel remained composed, with not a hair out of place in his short haircut, and not a single wrinkle in his shimmering purple guard uniform. His breath was long and steady, making him look more like a prince than the disheveled Connor.
"Again!"
Connor roared and charged forward.
"Your Highness, your punch should have a more tricky angle, and the speed must also be faster, like this."
Hel said, delivering a punch towards Connor, the strength, speed, and angle all perfect.
Connor looked at this punch and realized he couldn’t find any flaw in it; he couldn’t dodge at all!