With silver hair which was shiny against the morning sun he stepped out, dressed in his casual black outfit, he locked eyes with Amira.
"Didn't you have plans? Why are you still here?" he asked nonchalantly. Amira blinked in response before parting her lips to reply.
"I am waiting for Novalie," she said.
"Hmm, Novalie, I see," he responded, stepping forward to stand in front of her. His imposing tall figure always made her strain her neck to look up at him at times.
"Matthew, is Novalie still in?" Zyran asked the poor butler.
The man shook his head in response.
Princess Novalie stepped out about an hour ago. She went to town with Princess Kiera.
"Oh, I see why didn't you inform my poor wife you made her stand in the cold for long?" Zyran accused.
Matthew's eyes widened in surprise before he bowed in response, apologizing to the lady for presuming. "Forgive me, my lady, for you never asked," Matthew said.