Prince put down his cell phone and listened to the door for a while. The soft knock repeated, but he doesn't know who it is. The clock displayed the time, and Prince hissed, seeing it's only minutes away from 11. He quietly groaned, sweeping the comforters aside.
Prince left the screen on and doesn't bother to let his sleep interrupted later. Good for someone to raise a concern when the master of the house is already taking a rest after a long day.
He opened up the door, and only saw bare feet. It was pinkish, more like a woman's toenails. Prince doesn't have the time to think who it was, because he knew who pestered him at night.
"Prince," Aria sighed. She waited Prince to look up at her, and he did so. Aria lowered her shoulders down, hopeless about spending the night inside a large room with the voices getting louder every day.
Prince pursed his lips. Aria had read it on his body language. He must be getting annoyed.
