"We'll talk about this when we get back."
I hugged him happily. "Okay, handle it however you need to."
In my past life, I had treated Damien coldly because of Tristan, but things would be different now.
A few polite coughs interrupted the moment.
Two soldiers were dragging the unconscious Tristan onto the boat.
Damien shot me a cold look.
I quickly shook my head. "Don't worry about me. Do whatever you want with him—whether you want to dissect him or execute him, it's up to you."
After all, I'd wanted Tristan out of my life for a long time, and this was my chance to make it clear.
Damien studied me for a moment before nodding. "Take Tristan to the king."
The mention of the king made me frown.
The king had torn me away from Tristan and forced me to marry Damien.
When I got home, Damien slammed me onto the bed and gripped my chin, his eyes blazing with intensity.
"Amelia, if you try to run again—"
I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to his lips.
"I'm not running anymore. I want to stay with you and build our life together."