I took a deep breath. “You’re a sorceress, Yelena.” I told her as I looked into her eyes.
“Huh?” she muttered and looked at me blankly.
I looked straight in her eyes. “You’re not an evil king.” I said. “You’re a sorceress.” I told her.
She lowered her head, her expression dark.
I sighed. “Yeah. I’m sorry.” I apologized. “My mother told me that you’re an evil king, but I don’t entirely believe her.” I explained.
“Pft!” she said and covered her mouth. She turned her back to me, her shoulders shaking.
“Ye-Yelena?” I called. “What… I’m really sorry!” I said. “I didn’t mean to shock you…” I told her.
“Pft! Ahaha!!! Ahahahaha!” she laughed, her eyes misty and she’s holding her stomach. “What the heck…” she said, laughing as she wiped her tears. “Seriously, man?” she said then laughed.
The other people are staring at us.
“What the heck – oww!” she cried when I hit her in the head. “What was that for?” she asked, rubbing her head and pouting.