As soon as they stepped out of the cottage, the two old Kings found themselves face-to-face with Aria.
They almost stumbled, but they forced themselves to stay composed. The earlier warning from Aengus echoed in their minds.
"Have a blessed night, Empress!" they muttered hastily before hurrying away.
Aria raised an eyebrow, watching their backs as they scurried off like frightened children. Feeling puzzled, she entered the bedroom of the cottage, where Aengus was waiting patiently.
"Ethan, why were they here at this hour? They were acting as if I'm some kind of monster," Aria asked, settling beside him.
Aengus chuckled, clearly amused at the thought of their panic.
"They came to discuss an important deal about the throne. Nothing too significant. Perhaps I should grant your family a Kingdom to rule as well—it might help maintain control more effectively," Aengus said as he gently pulled Aria onto his lap.
