"Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
"Oh, I haven't changed my mind. I'm still afraid of you and the other direct royal family. I'm still not comfortable with men either. It's just that … what your wife said last night made me a little interested and want to talk to you directly."
Ronan patted his wife's hand briefly and let it go. His hands were resting on the table now, and he was leaning toward his grandmother.
"Something interesting? What's that?" One of the man's eyebrows arched up slightly.
Princess Bertha smiled crookedly, then did the same thing to her great grandson. Everyone in the room could see how similar the two people in different generations were.
"Before that, could you take off your mask, Your Majesty? I remember you had a very handsome face when you were young," said Princess Bertha with a subtle smile on her face.
"Are you sure you want me to take it off?" Ronan asked after hearing the request from his grandmother.
