She looked so at ease as she wrapped her arms so tightly around the man's neck that he feared she might kill him.
"Zach!" Then she began to sob.
Yeren just stood there and observed. Of all the days to arrive, he chose this day? He thought to himself.
"Has she been found?"
The little girl shook her head and peeled her hands away from the chokehold. Only then did he glance behind her.
"Your Grace." He rose to his feet and sketched a graceful bow.
But there was nothing graceful or polite about his expression.
But Yeren had no time to deal with such theatrics.
"Shall we?" Yeren said to her.
"Where are we going?" She asked him.
"To the castle."
Her eyes brightened.
The peasant boy's lips thinned and his eyes went a few shades darker.
"I thought you wanted to join me on my ship."
She glanced between the two of them while tapping her feet.
Yeren couldn't believe that he was allowing a little girl to decide whether to follow him or dismiss him.
A King…
