"It's a pretty day for sailing. Your big mouth got you removed from your position, didn't it?" Finn questioned, biting into the red shiny apple that seemed much sweeter thanks to what he was watching now. "Tell me, when was it that you fucked it all up?"
"Go away," Lucy said, annoyed by his constant chatter.
Lucy had no choice but to start packing. It would take a long time for a letter to be sent to the king and to get a response. Hopefully, by the time she returned home, the king would give her the order to return here to finish what she started.
"It was right when he was leaving, wasn't it? You couldn't ignore that he hasn't been speaking to you about anything concerning his personal affairs. You should have taken my advice to forget about that list and stop being jealous. It's not like you are ugly to not find a husband," said Finn.
