Once Irene had gotten back to the parlour where Haren and Isabella were waiting, the two smiled at her with expectant glistens in their eyes, as she plopped onto one of the leathery sofas. (That conversation was exhausting, he's worse than Snow…) She thought.
"How did it go? Did you manage to find out why Ivan is mad?" Isabella asked, with Haren beside her looking as worried as ever.
Irene grimaced, rubbing her temples. "Ivan said he's not mad, but jealous of your pet dog."
"...What?" The awe in their voices was enough to make her open her eyes.
"He told me he was upset that you were spending time with Harpi instead of him, which is why Ivan decided he didn't need you if you didn't need him."
Isabella frowned, averting her gaze. "That was the reason?" She wore an expression that screa
