Tired ( II )

The heir of Salvatore grimaced, "I didn't know you and the Princess were this close." The scene in front of him was the only Princess of Endora resting peacefully next to Asterias. The white-haired male's jacket draped over her figure as she looked tranquil.

"It doesn't concern you," Asterias answered back, a smile was curved on his face despite the clipped words that he used, "I didn't expect the heir of Salvatore to be concerned with my relationships, should I be honored?" He inquired.

Allard sighed, "I didn't expect you and the Princess to be in good relations." It was a simple response. The Imperial Princess had become beloved by the people. Her clinic was popular and with the constant visits, many of them revered her. Blessing the ground that she walked upon, the press constantly uttered her praise. It was surprising to see that she was this young and yet had garnered an amassing following when it came to politics.