Chapter Two Hundred-Thirteen – Creepy Zeldris
Laurel paced around the kitchen, yet Zeldris was nowhere to be found. It was already time for his breakfast.
She knew he wouldn't be sulking somewhere. It's not like they had an argument, she only told him to let her be free.
Even if she planned to apologize, she only wanted to do it in case she came off as ungrateful.
"Well, maybe he felt like missing breakfast." She said to herself. Or perhaps he was training somewhere.
She didn't want to confirm any of those as she returned to the hall. There were notices scattered on the table, she hoped none of them came from Stefan, after last night.
"Princess, good morning!"
She turned to him.
Valkyrie must've given him those leather suits she mass produced. His were red, probably to match his hair, and had black stripes at the end.
