Aimee let out a deep sigh under her breath.
"Those guys… really, I don't understand what's going through their minds. They easily rely on the maids for everything. Get drunk to their heart's content, then sleep until noon. I can't believe they are the important figures of this kingdom. I think all this time the king has been doing everything alone."
Arielle just laughed. She didn't choose wrongly. Dragging Ronan back to their room last night was the right choice. If not, surely her husband would also get hit by the sparks of Aimee's anger.
"Aimee, what do you think about this soup? I made pumpkin soup for Irene and the rest of us," said Arielle, who took a spoonful of pumpkin soup that was starting to be done along with beef ribs soup for the drunken men.
Aimee received the spoon that Arielle gave her, and finally the woman smiled for the first time since they set foot on the first floor.
