“Good morning, Auntie!” I greeted cheerfully.

Aunt Disa, who was in her room, turned around and gave me a warm smile. I quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

“You weren’t in your room last night,” Aunt Disa said bluntly.

I felt embarrassed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, about that...” I cleared my throat awkwardly. “I was with King Elijah.”

Aunt Disa didn’t say anything; she just made a slight ‘oh’ face before picking up her cup from the coffee table and taking a small sip.

“Did King Elijah tell you about being my tutor?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Actually,...