"I'll go with option three," Gray mused, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "Though I have my doubts, it does seem like the most logical explanation. So, genius, why the secrecy? Who are you so afraid of?" She tilted her head inquisitively.
Aurianna tightened her grip on her hand and shot Gray a cold glare.
"Ah, so it's 'us' then?" Gray quipped, flashing a sly smile. "I can't help but wonder what we did to earn your ire. After all, this is our first encounter, isn't it?" She ventured.
King Girsal, sensing the conversation taking a troublesome turn, chimed in. "I've been pondering the same thing, Aurianna. Why the hostility towards me? I'm your father, you know?" He posed the question.
Gray appeared beside King Girsal in an instant, leaning in to whisper softly into his ear. "Quit with the lies, Girsal. It's blatantly obvious from her appearance and scent that she's not related to you. So why the charade?" she murmured.