CHAPTER FORTY
ARYA…
“So, concerning your coronation... Ivan..Ivan…” I called Ivan with a frown on my face.
He had not been listening to me.
I mumbled to myself in anger, since we started our conversation it seemed like his kind was somewhere else as he barely listened to me.
“Ivan!” I called, this time my voice a little louder and it seemed to have worked as he snapped out of his trance.
“Huh?” He looked at me with creased brows. He looked lost.
Ivan's inattention was beginning to frustrate me. I had so much to discuss with him, and he needed to be present and listening.
"Ivan, can you please focus?" I said, my voice rising in pitch. "I need to talk to you about some important things."
He looked at me, his expression finally shifting to one of attentiveness.
"I'm sorry, Arya," h
