Dydra's blue eyes widened as it slowly left the ground, settling on the person before her. W-what did he just say? She should seat with him? He, an elite, a person who was born and raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, who hasn't lifted a finger to do any hard labour, is asking her, a lowly maid, to sit with him. She didn't move from where she stood as she was still trying to process what he just said.
Leonard's mind has been traveling from Dydra's face to his mother's nonstop. It was around this period of time she passed. But because of the resemblance the maid held with his birth mother, the prince had been seeing both faces. At least, that was the excuse he gave. He turned to Dydra, his midnight eyes meeting her ocean blue eyes.
