Chapter Four Hundred-Seven – Two Confused, And A Third.
"Just eat, Princess Laurel. Why do you want to remind me when I already forgave your stupid race for it?" . Asher said with a venomous tone.
Laurel folded her arms. Now that she knew that he didn't suffer as much damage as she thought and the damage was equal and even less than what she suffered, she didn't appreciate him talking down at her or her race
"What if you didn't lose as much as you thought?" Laurel shrugged. "Compared to me, you have your father and kingdom, and childhood friend, Zara."
Asher's eyes darkened a bit on the thought of Zara not being alive as well. At some point in his life during the war, he had already expected his father's death.
Not his mother's and that's why it had hit him so hard.
"That is yours and Black Claws problem." He glanced at Sorren. "For now, just eat—"
