Laina handed a mug to Ethan after she set the tray down on the coffee table. She leaned back comfortably on the sofa and took a sip from her mug.
"So, what would you like to discuss?" she asked without skipping a beat.
"I..." Ethan hesitated for a moment.
"I came here to ask for your help," he finally said.
"My help? I am afraid you'll have to be more specific than that, Your Majesty."
Ethan clenched his jaw. He did not appreciate the way Laina was treating him. After all, it was mostly her fault that he was in this mess. Or so he thought.
"I will not beg, Laina. I won't" he said through gritted teeth.
"You landed me in this mess and you're going to fix it." Sitting on the sofa alone, waiting for Laina stirred the negative emotions he harbored.
After all, he was a King. A King does not beg for someone's help. He regretted coming here to ask for her help. But on the other hand, he did not have any other choice.
