Tinee rolled her eyes as she walked over to the curtains. She did not need to see the pair of shoes to confirm her suspicions. Tinee placed her arms on her waist.
"Are you coming out? Or are you waiting for me to drag you out?" Tinee asked.
Ramas knew the jig was up, so he surrendered and revealed himself to her.
"It's good to see you, Tinee," Ramas greeted her with a grin.
Tinee smacked him on the shoulder, "It's Miss Tinee, Sir Ramas. I hope you remember that the next time we meet."
Released from his 'prison', Ramas moved over to Sylvy's side and took a seat next to her. Before he could even rest his rear on the chair, Tinee smacked him on the back of his head.
He yelped, "Hey! What was that for?!"
"No one can sit directly next to the King! Only the Queen… or the future regent can do so," Tinee explained.
"Oh…" Ramas lamented as he rubbed the back of his head where Tinee had hit him.
