"What a surprise to see you here so soon, Your Majesty." Averon walked into the parlor with Bianca by his side.
He smiled at them, but Primrose could hear that his thoughts were the complete opposite of his bright expression.
[Primrose looks too plain today.]
[How can she look that plain when she's coming to see me? She should dress more beautifully when meeting the King of Azmeria.]
[Isn't that basic courtesy?]
Primrose's eye twitched slightly. Was he thinking that because he believed she was being disrespectful? Or because he wanted her to look at him the way a woman looks at her crush?
They had not even been in the same room for five minutes, and she already felt tired of seeing his face. If she could throw the teacup in front of her straight at his head, she would have done it without hesitation.
"It's an urgent matter," Edmund said in a cold voice. "And I believe you should know about it immediately."
