Losing himself for a second, Jimmien watched those green eyes looking back at him. Large and surrounded by beautiful long eyelashes, with brilliant color like emeralds. The king was sure that those eyes were the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life.
—Do you know who I am? I am the king of Enkkeli Tikat.
—But you are not my king —the young woman answered with great determination.
Everyone in the room fell silent, completely frozen. That young woman was probably the first one to say such things to the king in his entire life, speaking to him in a discourteous way and breaking protocol. However, she didn't seem to care much, for she didn't back down from her word.
—I don't even know your name. Why should I pay obeisance to a strange man? —questioned the young woman, without a hint
