Azriel sat in the throne room, his hand propping up his jaw, lost in thought. Leonidas stood beside him, maintaining his usual serious expression.
"Leonidas," Azriel called out.
Leonidas responded, "Yes, your majesty." Azriel then asked, "Do you think she hates me?"
"...." Leonidas was taken aback by Azriel's unexpected question and remained silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond to this sudden unimportant question.
He already knew who the 'She' was referring to.
"I can't say for sure, but maybe you should talk to her and find out? I know nothing about women and she can't hate you because you're the King" Leonidas awkwardly replied.
Azriel turned to look at him, a look of amusement flashing in his red eyes.
He had nothing else to say. Leonidas was really dumb when it came to issues about women. He wouldn't blame him.
"So I should go talk to her?" Azriel asked again but Leonidas' reply made his smirk fade.
