Alora was pulled by her arm this time. Magnus's red eyes lingered on her lips. "I don't wish to let you go now. Stay here," Magnus said. "You said you liked talking with me. And for some reason, I love hearing your innocent talks," he remarked and flicked her forehead before reclining on the sofa.
"Your Highness, do you not miss your family?" Alora asked a question which brought a frown on his forehead. "I heard you've been living for a long time. You must have witnessed a lot of things during this period," she said with inquisitiveness.
"Yes, I don't miss my family," Magnus truthfully answered her.
"Why?" Alora queried.
"What do you mean by why? If you live a long life, you usually don't care," Magnus stated.
"Oh. It must be tiring for living so long," Alora said.
"Tiring!?" Magnus chuckled at her statement. "It's kind of fun," he asserted.
