"More than us, the one who is most annoyed must be you, right, my Lord?" Lesta smirked from the couch across from me.
"Your Lordship probably waiting, right?" Opti grinned. "For a chance to have a justification and--" he didn't finish his sentence, and instead made a slashing motion on his neck.
Hey! That was rather extreme, right?
I looked up to see Natha, but rather than reassurance, what I saw was a pair of silver eyes gleaming dangerously, and a deep smile that sent a shiver up my spine.
...right?
He looked down, and, upon seeing my horrid expression, change his smile to a gentler one, patting my head as if telling me not to worry about it.
Uhh...okay then.
"Your Lordship, you can't do that! I have to fix young master's hair again!" Arta pursed her lips and scolded Natha, telling him to get out of the way so she could fix my hair.
