I would be a tyrant King
Ana sat there awkwardly watching as the man clenched and unclenched his fist. His gaze was hard and his jaw kept twitching.
"I take it as you dont get along with the King?"
He tries to calm his expression and looks at her. "I don't like him."
"It also sounds like he doesn't like you too."
"He doesn't."
"But you and his sister are really close. That is amazing."
Ethan scoffs. "Marcey? Marcey is different." He had wtached her grow from the little girl who used to play with straw dolls with the other girls into a fine lady who wanted to go hunting with her brothers. He knew she was different when she had come to him, a supposed immortal enemy to ask for a favor. And he had seem to like her very much after the tragic loss of the one whom he would want to protect as much as Ana.
"Miss Marcey sint the only female cousin you have right?"
