"Princess Elara, you sure are having fun here," a deep voice sounded next to Evie, who was resting in the gazebo, her eyes closed.
Evie's eyes flew open, and she came face to face with King Wesley standing there in her gazebo, his hands crossed across his chest, very relaxed as if he was in his own backyard, with a smile on his face.
"What are you doing in my pavilion?" Evie said, her eyebrows scrunched up and her lips tight.
"I came to talk with you, and you rarely come out of your pavilion, so I came to see you instead," he said with a calm demeanour, as if what he was doing was not wrong.
"And what business do I have with you?" Evie asked, rubbing her forehead, trying to prevent herself from lashing out.
"You know we definitely had to talk, right? I want to know what you are doing in the Valerian Empire, and what you did with your hair?" Wesley said, pointing to her head.
"I do not have the time to dilly-dally with you. State your reasons as to why you are here," Evie said.
