Melanin's POV
I stood in front of his tent and didn't know what to do for a while. I have never seen him angry, and I don't know what to do to pacify him. I bit my lower lip nervously and paced in front of his tent, wiggling my hands together,
“You have succeeded in getting him angry. What are you going to do now?” Olivia said to me.
“I don't know,” I replied nervously.
“You can go in if you want to," one of the guards said to me.
I didn't know when he got to my side because I was so lost in thought.
“Really.” I looked at him sadly.
“Yes, he told us to allow you in whenever you want to see him,” he said casually.
He must have said that because he didn't know what he had done earlier. I couldn't bring myself to tell the guard who was looking at me that I already got their leader
