Chapter Three Hundred-Sixty – Replaced?
Zara froze and dropped her leg from where she'd hung them. She threw her leg in the air, trying to perfect her roundhouse kick. Why she hated the King so much?
"Do I need to have a reason to hate someone selfish and acts the way he does? No maturity in his bones, at all."
Maturity? Slime hummed. He'd never expected the King to be mature and he really liked how he'd happy moments. Why did Lady Cara want the King to be mature?
Some said the King never grew up from his young self when his mother died so he didn't act like an adult at all.
"Well, do you not hate him?" he turned to her.
Lady Zara stared at him with a darkened gaze. Saying she did not hate him would mean she liked him but her feelings were she generally didn't care enough to know.
