Days Later...
Arsalan slowed down upon entering the confines of his living room. After their return, he felt more at ease. The drama that came with his father, the concubines, servants and Haness would ring far from his ears. He had no interest in them save one thing.
"I thought you'd be bugging me about the evidence against Kameel, yet here you are crying over spilled milk," he found the bronze-skinned woman spacing out on the couch. Stephanie merely took a peek at him and then rolled her eyes. "Don't you have anything to do today?" she said in a not-so-cheerful tone.
Arsalan, "Anything like what?"
"I don't know, something to steal, someone to torture, just leave me alone!" Stephanie sank both hands in her hair, wishing she could cure this messy feeling clogging her head. She stayed
