The garden indeed was wonderful with its twinkling big and small lights. But what she needed right now was Hadyan.
Tasia looked around and saw a man wearing a silver top that opened at the front and a gold headdress, standing at the end of the balcony overlooking the vast ocean.
Tasia immediately approached the only person in the garden in a hurry, even though she was hampered by the tight long cloth skirt wrapped around her legs.
"Pardon me, Sir. Do you know where Prince Hadyan is?" Tasia asked, still stepping closer.
"Master.. May I ask a favour?" Tasia asked again with her voice trembling slightly. Who knew what that man's face looked like? She was ready to pass out if it turned out that the man had the face of a mackerel. But nothing was more important than finding Hadyan's whereabouts.
The man turned his body, he looked at Tasia with a strange look, "Why do you ask me, Lady?"
