"Are you rubbing it on my face?" Dryan cold voice made her tremble for a moment.
His voice might instil fear into her, but can never scare her from talking back to him. She is no more the weak hidden witch he used to know.
"Yes!" Her response came as a yell. "Dryan, it is a sin to be weak!"
Dryan mouth went wide open as he stared at her in awe. He had never expected this lady to be sharp–tongue.
"Then isn't it a sin to lose your loved ones over something that isn't worth it?" This was his first. He had never spoken calmly to her, he scolded her or made her shiver under her breath.
The feeling of hearing him speak this way was that of excitement to Chila.
She took some few steps closer, her sparkling eyes piercing his, "That is the reason you must be the king! You must protect me, and my kingdom!"
