"But…" Mirabella began to protest, but a sharp voice interrupted her.
"You cannot plant your radish in another's farm, my lady," Eros said calmly, though his tone carried a subtle edge.
Mirabella's eyes darted to the king, who was now approaching from the opposite direction. She was certain he had been standing where the magistrate and guards had come from just moments ago. When did he move away? She blinked in confusion.
"You cannot plant a peony in dry land either. Let the farmer of the land decide, or are you planning to cultivate her field yourself?" he asked, raising a brow.
Annoyed by his words, Mirabella turned away with a huff, grabbing Prince Kael by the arm and pulling him along. She walked off without another glance, her frustration evident. Eros's lips curved into an amused smile as he watched her retreat.