EIRA’S POV

“Eira!”

From the moment that my feet stomp on King Ice’s art room, he energetically greeted me. He was holding a brush and painting something.

“Good morning, Your Majesty.” I lowered my head to him, sarcastically talking. He did not care about my tone of speaking to him.

“I wanna tell a story to you.” He put down the palette and gestured his hand for me to come closer to him and sit beside him. I walked slowly toward him. I could feel the embarrassment, running into my veins. My head was tied up, detailing the memories of last night.

“Guess what?”

I directly pointed my eyes at...