Princess Jasmine chamber was brilliantly lit.
The maids were kneeling down, in fear that she would become even more enraged.
Ezaih nonchalantly strolled in.
All of a sudden, a teacup shattered at his feet.
"What's making you so angry, Aunt?"
Ezaih grinned at her.
"Why do you ask? It's not like you care what I say."
Princess Jasmine sagged on the couch, a cranky expression on her face.
Ezaih approached her and sat beside her, oblivious to her tone.
Like Ezaih's late father, Princess Jasmine, as well, loved smashing things when she blew up.
"You can leave now."
Ezaih waved his hand, gesturing for the maids to leave.
Princess Jasmine looked at him and waved the fan in her grasp to get some air.
"Let go of that she wolf."
"She has a name. It's Scarlett."
Ezaih replied and robb
