Layla narrowed her eyes onto the door. She straightened out her white coat and then turned to the lady with apprehension. Accusation was written all over her features. What was a young lady doing all alone with the most charismatic vampire prince of the empire?
"Was His Highness bothering you, my lady?" Layla carefully asked, leaning against a bookshelf with her arms crossed.
"A b-bit," Ophelia murmured, bending her head to stroke the pup in her arms.
Layla's gaze snapped to it immediately. "My lady, that's—"
"Please, d-don't address me so politely, you saved my life," Ophelia said.
Layla pressed her lips together, but didn't complain. "I am in no place to give you advice, but I must warn you to be careful of His Highness."
Ophelia blinked. "Y-yes, I've been told."