King Vilas already left for the garden, leaving behind Alice with her troop. She was supposed to follow her father at his back, however, her legs stopped and were now rotated in Cyrus's direction.
She ran in his direction, to hold his shoulders firmly and not tear her gaze away from him even for a single minute, "Don't worry, I'll see what I can do."
"Will you be able to handle this all?" Cyrus asked. His voice was currently filled with uncertainty about the events that will happen just now.
In return, Alice passed him a solid grin, which traced from her lips to her eyes. It was evident that she had a strong belief in her own ethics and convincing power.
But the same can't be said for Cyrus, who was still living in doubt, about whether it would be better to let her convince her father alone.
