"Just in time!" Malik stroked the keyboard with such talented vigour that the maid forgot she was supposed to leave, having delivered her message.
"Ahem... Celia!" Mrs Shreweda called in a sharp voice, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Oh... Sorry, my lady. I will go ..."
"Shoo!" Mrs Shreweda hissed, cutting off the maid's unnecessary excuses.
"Yes, my lady." The maid bowed and quickly left. At the same time, the handsome Prince Tristan was ushered into the living room of the Shreweda manor.
Prince Tristan, who had picked up his favourite tune from the entrance couldn't help but beam at his friend's unique talent and timely rendition. He was closely accompanied by four heavily built and fiercely looking royal guards in black combat attire, who were all armed to the teeth and ready to rain terror once activated.
