IRISH
I stared at Aria as she flung clothes out in a hurry. She looked excited like she was going somewhere. “Do you want to change into all of them?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I'm giving them out. I don't really like them.”
I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Giving them out? Why? They look very pretty and you haven't touched them once.”
She scoffed. “I just don't want them.”
“That's fine My Lady. But whom are you giving it to? His Majesty wouldn't be pleased,” I stated.
She was about to say something when someone knocked at the door. The door slowly opened and Aaliya sauntered in. She flashed me a cold look before turning around to hug Aria.
Aria squealed in excitement. “I was just coming to see you. Look at all the dresses I've selected for you.”
I stared at the duo in confusion. When did Aria start making friends with the king's breeders?
“Oh my, these are too pretty,” Aaliya exclaimed and held the dresses against her and took a twirl in front of the mirror.