"What do you want?" Mila asked calmly, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she stared at the woman before her with a condescending gaze.
As a noblewoman, of course Mila's status was far above compared to someone like Arabella.
"I just wanted to ask you a few things," Arabella replied as she walked into the room.
"How dare you enter this room without permission?" Mila knew that Arabella had entered this room by tricking the guards. Indeed, the lower your status, the weaker your defense would be with this kind of ruse. "Liam will kill you if he finds out about this."
Arabella fiddled with her long golden hair, walking leisurely toward Mila.
"Then he doesn't need to know, I came here, jeopardizing my safety just to ask you one thing," Arabella said slowly, then pulled a chair closer to the king's majestic bed so she could have a comfortable conversation with Mila.