-Nothing. Don't want to have lunch? At the same time, tell me what happened to you there that upset you so much.

Val nodded cautiously, turning around to match his stride.

-Yes, nothing supernatural, I just hate balls, especially royal ones.

She grimaced as if brushing away a pesky fly. I wonder if this is the real reason or a good excuse?

-Is there a reason for this rejection?

The girl nodded at the repeated question, already sitting at the table of a restaurant with a glazed terrace in the same building, but floors above, under the very roof. The idea of ​​eating outdoors is gone, devalued. There was only...