After Zach left, Miley kept on staring at her forehead, sitting in front of the mirror. "Aah! Stupid Miley! Why didn't I do something back then? I am so unbelievable. That jerk kissed my forehead and this is just not leaving my head," she rumbled, messing up her hair.
"My lady, do you need something?" Flouck entered the room to collect the dishes.
"No." Miley picked up the brush on the shining wooden dress-up mirror and started brushing her messed hair. I wonder if today's incident made some impact on him or not? She thought. "Uh… where is he?"
"Hm? You mean lord Zach?"
Miley nodded.
"I saw him going out of the inn," Flouck arranged the plates on his hand-balancing one on the other, "why do you ask?"
"Oh, it's nothing. He looks busy, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he's the King afterall."
"How
