The question in Dominic's mind was spoken out as the thought came to him. He flinched for a second, wondering if he had randomly spat that out before realizing that it wasn't his voice.
"Huh?" Axel asked, his eyes skirting and locking on Desilva with a perplexed expression on his calm face, "what do you mean?"
Desilva locked eyes with Axel's impatient eyes and then turned to Dominic as he laid in silence like he was expecting her to explain. She nervously scratched her head and fiddled with a flower.
"I mean… he doesn't have a good background right? He comes from a place far below even the title of a palace maid, right?" Desilva prompted.
"Yes. Seeing as he had to be picked out from the streets to be put into the palace, He must have not been in a good spot," Axel nodded his head in agreement.
