"You wouldn't regret it?" Drayken chuckled, staring at her straight in the eyes.
"Yes, I will never regret such a thing." Synthia spoke with a nod of her head, proudly. There was no hesitation nor fear, only complete and utter calmness in her gaze.
"Good, very well, then." He returned back to his room and slumped to the bed with a tired yawn.
"Eh, what are you doing?" She was completely stunned.
"I am sleeping." Drayken replied with a roll of his eyes.
"Don't you have to fight father?"
"But I don't wanna." He flipped to his right like a child throwing a tantrum, "I still wanna sleep."
"..." Synthia looked at the antiques of Drayken with a twitch of her brows, "Are you becoming spoiled?"
She walked step by step, approached him and pulled his ears with her brows knitted.
"Oww, oww." Drayken screamed in pain, crying out loudly, "It hurts."
"Hmph," Synthia didn't buy it though, "You are so big and strong, you think it will hurt you?"
