The moment Loya was out of the king's sight, she finally allowed herself to breathe heavily. Sweat covered her forehead, indicating the intense pressure she had just experienced.
With a smile, Ke Lang offered her a silk handkerchief. "Don't worry, Your Highness. I won't let anything happen to you."
"Thank you." Loya accepted the handkerchief, making sure to avoid Ke Lang's attempt to grab her hand.
Feeling a mix of panic and anger, she mustered the courage to pull her hand away. "How dare you show disrespect towards me?"
Ke Lang playfully rubbed his two fingers together and chuckled. "I was merely captivated by the princess's beauty. I didn't mean any disrespect."
"Besides, I saved the princess this time. I wonder how you plan to show your gratitude?"
As he approached her, Loya instinctively took a step back, her eyes filled with caution. "Haven't you profited as well? What more do you want?"
