An Open-Minded Husband

Iria Helev walked out of the chamber and entered the chamber she shared with the King.

Was she right? She was sure that she saw Arin.

And now, the King was sitting on a chair, going through some scrolls.

"Arin," she called out and walked towards him. Then she stood near the chair where he sat. "Why didn't you come inside?" she asked.

"He likes you," Arin Helev said without even looking at her. "You can touch him while everyone else can't. Didn't that make it clear?"

"I know that."

His hands paused and he looked up at her when he heard her. "You know. Then what does that mean?"

"Nothing," Iria replied, maintaining a calm voice all the time.

As he looked at her with confusion written all over his face, Iria sighed.

"Even if someone likes me, is it important?" she asked. "What important is my feelings and it's not like my feelings will change. There is nothing to worry about."