A flicker of anger flashed across Garrick's face as Thessalia’s taunting words reached his ears. His brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched in response to her playful remark. The intensity of his gaze bore the weight of his frustration, and his piercing eyes locked onto Thessalia with a mix of annoyance and suppressed anger. Though he attempted to maintain his composure, the subtle tension in his posture betrayed his displeasure with her teasing demeanor.
His voice boomed with a blend of irritation and concern as he confronted Thessalia about his clothes. His tone was laced with a mixture of irritation and worry. His questions came rapid-fire, demanding answers.
"What on earth are you doing with my clothes? And where are your guards? Why have you found yourself amidst this group of semi-in
