Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“Ann, what are you doing?”

Unaware of our agreement, Demrid was startled to see me kneeling. He demanded an explanation.

“It’s too rude to keep others out of a conversation when there’s a public gathering. You must respect the basic rules of the royal visitors, King Xavion.”

Demrid’s queries couldn’t get any answer, and it wasn’t my concern. My cold gaze was fixed at Xavion after submitting to him, waiting for his approval. He remained indifferent, as if unaffected after witnessing his favorite spectacle.

Xavion eyed Beta Alvaro, “Take the kid. She can stay here!”

Thank goddess!

I didn’t pay any attention to the drama around me and...