A book

Federline smirked. He didn't expect to be so quick to make physical contact with Syrena.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go. But first, I wanted to ask you."

Syrena's brows furrowed. She assumed Federline was just extended time to keep Syrena in his body length.

"Let go of me first, then I want to answer!" Syrena said while struggling, but what was there instead made them roll on the floor until they hit the bookshelf.

"Stop it!" cried Syrena. Federline's hands gripped Syrena's wrists.

Prince Federline, who was above Syrena, looked at Syrena, who was getting more beautiful when she was angry.

[She's perfect. Why didn't I know him earlier?]

"Then answer my question first!"

Syrena stared fiercely into Federline's blue eyes.

"Do you love Agenor?"

The prince was annoying. The first question he asked was about infuriating Syrena like a dragon spitting fire.