The atmosphere was awkward, and the servant couldn't help but tense up. He quickly bowed and excused himself as he left Lia and the black-haired guy, who led her to Rag, alone.
For a good minute, they just stared at each other before he abruptly turned around.
"Wait!" Lia held him back.
"I told you not to follow me, didn't I?"
"How could I even fathom that you're the Lord's son?" then it dawned on Lia, "If you're the Lord's son then how come you were with those people? Surely you didn't fool them, no?"
The guy uncomfortably shifted around, "I don't play dirty unlike you."
"Fine, we shouldn't bother with this anymore. I indeed have something to talk about, so if you please do me the honour and listen to me for once," Lia motioned him to sit on the chair next to her.
"No, thank you," he walked to the door again.
His personality was very unpleasant and Lia also didn't want to deal with him if she could avoid it.
"When does your father, the Lord, come back then?"
