From a distance, Aslan, who was reading his book on the bed, frowned. He tried to listen to the song reverberated in the corridor until it stopped right in front of his bedroom door. Aslan saw the door hadn't been opened by the troublemaker yet.
Yeah, Aslan didn't need to see the face because he already know by the way she sing. No way in the hell, one of his worker dare to sing so carelessly in his castle.
In front of Aslan's bedroom door, Rosie adjusted some parts of her dress that were wrinkled from being moved too much, as well as her hair. She licked her index finger a bit and fixed a few strands of her hair that were sticking out.
"Do I look good now?" Rosie asked Sarah, who was standing behind her, holding the tray of food she had prepared for Aslan's breakfast.
