"You're here."
The King walked into the room that housed his proudly throne and noticed the presence of Freya, the palace witch, who already awaiting him there with a boring look plastered in her face. In fact, he just about to call her to come and see him.
"I know you will ask me to meet you after you come back. Just me being kind enough to save your energy from screaming, talking about my punctuality." Freya said in sarcasm.
"I'm glad for once, you finally use your head to think."
"Tch." Freya began to feel disgusted.
They had only met for a few seconds, but the atmosphere there had already begun to show signs of war. It's all because, as usual, that King never the one that take her sarcasm. In the end she is the one that will be insulted and hurt by it.
