Mikhailis stepped into Serelith's room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He squared his shoulders, keeping his composure steady despite the awkwardness of their last encounter. Serelith stood across from him, her eyes sharp, her expression a mixture of curiosity and something else—something challenging.
"So?" she started, her voice laced with mockery. "Are you here to admit your sins, Your Highness?"
Mikhailis sighed, a small smirk playing on his lips as he walked further into the room. He stopped a few feet away from her, looking at her without an ounce of regret.
"It's because of that wine you gave me," he said calmly, his tone almost casual. "I got drunk, and well… ended up making that mistake."
Serelith tilted her head back, a laugh bubbling from her lips. The sound was sharp, almost cruel, as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes narrowed, her lips curled into a smirk.
