King Jackson stormed out into the hallway, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of Flora. Tim had told him she was in the court, but she was nowhere to be found. His gaze finally landed on her standing rigidly in the garden, her eyes fixed on some point in the distance.
"What brings you here?" King Jackson thundered, his voice echoing off the walls.
Flora arched an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Don't you like the fact that I'm here?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
King Jackson's expression darkened. "What do you want, Flora?" he demanded.
"I came to see you," she replied, her voice laced with innocence.
King Jackson snorted. "You've seen me now. Any other problem?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.
Flora's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing.
