Chapter Hundred-Fifty-One – Brush with Death
(High Moon Kingdom)
For a week, it's been on his mind. And with it, came the excitement. Lycans with magic. The moon goddess couldn't stop surprising him.
"King Asher?"
Asher turned to the court lady with a smile, "Yes?"
She blushed, looking away. "I-I asked a question. Which one do you think would be good on you—"
"What do you think?" he left where he sat, strolling towards the laces of golden thread sent to the palace.
Apparently as King, he should change clothes quite often. Asher found it quite inconvenient since some clothes held memories from his time as an avid scientist.
"I think this one is good." The court lady raised a red lace. "Red looks…" she hid her blushed cheeks, "… really good on you, your highness."
The King hummed then shrugged. "Red then." He waved. "I leave the King's court to you then, Fifi."
