"Prince."
She spoke with a clear tone of rage. Draven stated, rather than heeding Elizabeth's suggestion.
"You look lovely with your hair open." He parted his lips slightly and spoke in a resonant tone. Elizabeth gave a disgusting expression. With this prince, she had a fade-up. Draven began messing around with her hair.
"Elizabeth, let's take a break after this mission and travel somewhere else," he sniffed her hair.
Elizabeth could not decide whether she should laugh or be angry after hearing the prince. As the prince said, take a vacation, but what good was he with him? Because he was not going to the mission, why was he saying to take a break?
Elizabeth smiled for the first time in a while, but quickly covered it up with her lips. Draven was a little taken aback when he saw her. Elizabeth had never smiled at him before, so he was a little taken aback.
Elizabeth uttered: "Break? Prince, don't amuse me. Why do you need a break when you've been having breaks all your life?"
