"Princess!"
Aylin thought for a moment that she heard it wrong. Clearing her throat, she asked with an anxious and puzzled face, "It seems that you have mistaken, His Majesty? It is impossible. Because my mom-"
King of Arcelia put down the book of his hand on the nearby table as he looked up directly in Aylin's direction. His face was extremely similar to the Crown Prince she saw a few days ago, specifically his shimmering gold eyes.
Interrupting Aylin, he asked in his grave voice, "You are looking sleepy. Do you wanna have a cup of tea with me?"
"Huh?"
"While drinking tea, we can talk about it and it is going to take quite a long time anyway."
His voice had depth and authority.
Aylin wasn't able to say no. She nodded approvingly while wringing her fingers but she experienced a gamut of perplexing emotions. She tried to force her confused emotions into order.
