Ronan walked towards the sofa, still with Arielle in his arms. He sat on it and placed Arielle on his lap. Arielle couldn't move much because her body was wrapped in a blanket.
"Your Majesty…. What does all this mean?"
"This way, you can't avoid me any more, right?"
Arielle's stomach rumbled again, and her face immediately turned red from unbearable embarrassment. Arielle lowered her face and felt impolite.
"Th-that's not the sound of my stomach," said Arielle shyly.
"I know," replied Ronan attentively.
Ronan grabbed a spoon and glanced at the food that had been prepared for the princess. He eyed which to feed her first and then scooped up the soup and brought it to Arielle's lips. Arielle looked confused at the spoon in front of her.
"Eat," said Ronan curtly.
