Rafal patted her shoulder. "Aren't you coming?"
She got back to her senses and followed them as she heard Rafal mutter, "You better not create any trouble here. You cannot bear the consequences of offending royalty from another kingdom."
"I will keep that in mind." She frowned inside. He did not say anything wrong, but the fact she was being constantly taunted for her mistakes was upsetting. 'Does he have to rub it in my face every single time?'?'
The Crown Prince of Griven, the King of Megaris and the ancient elf strolled towards the garden as a group, with the royal knights of both kingdoms accompanying them from a certain distance.
"I'm not used to this inefficient kind of communication," Arlan started. "Everytime I think of directly teleporting to your room like in the past, I worry that my eyes will go blind seeing you in an inappropriate condition with your wife."
"You are welcome to see. You might have gotten to learn a thing or two."
