Fabian watched as she approached the throne room with her appearance all made up like a Sinag woman—clothed in a sleeveless gown with a golden belt cinching her waist, accessories keeping her veil from falling on her head and creating noises as she moves, and her mark all exposed but not visible on their eyes—she was looking straight and unbothered.
“Where have you been?” the man immediately asked when she got nearer. “You were not in your room this morning.”
“I can’t walk around?” she asked back. “Am I caged even in here?”
Fabian did not say anything after that but his glare on her remained. He is pissed that the three guards lost her when she left this morning, even more so, when she came back like nothing happened at all.
“Good morning, my lords,” she greeted the three who were wat
