Ella Thompson took little steps, running to catch up with him. She asked with concern, "Dear King, how is your injury healing?"
"Aren't you aware? Who is it that shares a bed with me every night?" Alvin Lindsey retorted, not giving a direct answer.
Ella was discouraged, his words making her blush. She pouted and said, "I think you've fully recovered. You can sleep peacefully at night. It doesn't seem like your recovery would take half a year."
"Hmm." Alvin gave a cold and aloof response.
"Then why don't you return to the King's Mansion?" Ella wondered.
"Didn't I tell you that I'm not a native of this country?"
Alvin smirked, saying frankly, "I had no interest in the position of King. I just want to get what I need."
"What is it that you need?" Ella asked, curious.
Perhaps, when he first saw her, there was that familiar feeling. Was it not an illusion?
Keeping her by his side was the correct decision?
