I was. . .wrong.
I was damn wrong when I compared my mindset with a sane girl earlier.
Even if she had my power, she couldn't have made it to that green valley I went to twice for those unique leaves.
That isn't the issue now, not when I have a pressing matter in my hand and solve the puzzle my life cruelly has thrown in my face.
The person I thought of as a nobleman in Blake's place, the Basville Kingdom, turns out he is the king himself.
Abel has to be. Reynard wouldn't have addressed him being on one knee, which he never did for anyone before in his life.
I slowly turn my head to Abel and find his eyes are already on me. . .and he doesn't look pleased for a bit with that clenched jaw.
Shouldn't it be me to look angry right now?
Abel has made me work as his maid, makes me an
