The air was truly bone-chilling, and right after King Gerold finished speaking, a cold air suddenly stirred, and it was enough to tempt the strands of brown and blonde to dance with the wind.
It was colder outside the castle now, but the two men still didn't move from their spots on the balcony right in front of the castle.
The two of them could feel the cold air, but neither of them wanted to raise the white flag to admit that they couldn't stand the cold anymore. Maybe they didn't show it on their faces right now, but it looked like both men had their own pride.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty?" Levan finally responded to the King's statement while glancing at the older man.
Hearing the question, King Gerold sighed before replying, "You have already told your father that you wish to marry my daughter, haven't you?"
