Finley Cai Aies Hall: April 18th, 20XX
“Am I so scary, your highness?”
The cockiness in her tone was unbearable, but she was so close to me I could feel my mind going blank with panic.
What exactly was this plot development?
Wasn’t she the strong, cold and silent character type? Why was she suddenly acting like the male lead of an R18 romance novel?
An unreasonably strong palm held my head in place and forced my face still, compelling me to look her in her large bronze eyes. At such a close distance, I couldn’t help but notice that they had dulled, almost to the point of becoming brown or amber, and had lost the volatile metallic sheen they had borne before.
“Who’s scared of who?”
The childish response escaped me before I could think it over. The general rewarded it with a low chuck
