Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

In the meantime, Matthew's return to the imperial capital had caused a great upset. The officials were indignant with him for having taken his wife from the palace without asking His Majesty for permission. Even worse, he hadn't bothered to see the emperor at all, not even to report on what had taken place in the north domain, which really should have been his first action upon arrival. Because of these infractions, the officials gathered to impeach the prince the very next morning. They complained that Matthew was an extremely arrogant man who, because of his contributions to the military, believed that he was above showing respect to anyone, including the emperor.

During the imperial court session, there were two competing theories. One side was more severe toward Matthew, arguing that his disrespect to the emperor and his delaying of the report were entirely on purpose. The other officials were more lenient. Although they also cared about protocol, they pointed out that Matthew had just spent a month putting down the rebellion of Kevin. Such a brave and capable fighter, then, was entitled to some laxity.

Matthew himself spent the morning at home, where he enjoyed breakfast with his wife, quite oblivious to the bureaucrats and officials and their long-winded bickering. Though some failed to realize it, his recent actions in the Imperial Palace had been quite deliberate, and meant that things would b

Barry had somewhat despised Shawn. After two hundred rounds, however, his attitude was changed completely. Few people from the imperial capital were strong enough to fight against him for such a long time, yet this man just weathered the beating and kept coming at him. Anyone would have expected Marquis Travis' son to be spoiled, soft, and entitled, like anyone from an aristocratic family. However, he showed himself to be a truly powerful man in both mind and body.

In the end, after three hundred rounds, Barry at last slumped onto the earth and admitted defeat.

Despite being the victor, Shawn didn't gloat. Cupping his hands, he bowed slightly and said, "Thank you. You are a worthy opponent. I will be taking Prince Kevin now."

With that, he turned toward the company of palace guards, whose cheers began to die down. He was just about to signal for them to take the captive prince when a cold, contemptuous voice reached his ears. It was far too close for comfort and was accompanied by an awful breath that scraped across his bruised cheeks. "Marquis Shawn, what a capable fighter!" it sneered.

Startled, Shawn whirled to face his new challenger, only to be struck in the stomach by a devastating kick. He landed with the wind knocked out of him, and struggled for a long, agonizing moment before managing to get back up.

"How dare you try to take Prince Kevin away from me!" bellowed his challenger.