"Your Highness, It's no use running." Mr. Ed blocked her way in the hallways.
"Amy, are you going to-" Talia knew she cannot outrun Mr. Ed in her heels and asked for help. But before she could finish, she was shot down.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. You've been avoiding Sir Robert for too long. I think it would be better if you have a talk." Amy bowed and retreated and so did her other securities.
"But Gigima would be waiting for me!" Abandoned by everyone, Talia found excuses.
"I already got permission from Her Grace, Your Highness. And I have brought a pie my wife baked." Mr. Ed showed her a Tupperware box.
"Pie?" Talia raised her brows. "You should have opened your statement with that, Sir Robert. What kind of pie? Give me," With no shame. Talia held out her hand and Mr. Ed pointed at the bench in the garden. He was not going to give the pie without having the talk.
