"You can rest here for a few days," said the king. Sasha just nodded, not daring to protest.
Maybe in a few days, he would taste good food before being kicked back into the streets by the king. Sasha let out a long sigh, he would take this opportunity to pamper his stomach as much as possible. He looked at his room for a moment. Many items he saw there would have a good price if sold.
Old habits could not be removed in an instant. When he saw the valuables, his street kid side was awakened again and he thought about stealing the metal candle holder to sell it.
Maybe later, when he really got kicked out, Sasha would consider stealing some of the things in the room and then run away.
"But if you ever think about stealing my things, I won't hesitate to behead you," Ronan continued in a cold tone that made Sasha's body hair stand on end.
"Your Majesty," called Arielle, who felt that threatening a small child was not something wise.
