At dusk the kingship met the kingship again, and his anger at the other had vanished, but he pretended to remain silent and let himself shout loudly.
"Don't be angry with me, Villara. I mean, I was meant to upset me because of my character. Wrong, don't turn a blind eye to me again."
It was no ordinary sound, sitting on the floor, hugging one of Woraln's legs as he sat on the bed. Whoever sees it will be puzzled because they don't want to make Yaowamarn's father angry.
"Villara, I'm really busy. I'm going to go down and have a word with me."
His face was torn by his sister's, and his face by his sister's leg, and he laughed all the time, and at the same time he was sympathetic to the throne's devotion until he opened his mouth.
"I'm not angry, don't do it again."
"Really?"
"Well, in bed."