"What do you want?" Valeska asked flatly, opening the grand front door of her mansion after the incessant knocking refused to cease.
She already knew Moravas was visiting, and truthfully, she had no desire to meet or interact with anyone.
Despite her clearly frosty demeanor, Moravas refused to give up. Was he stubborn? Oblivious? Or just one of those men who lacked emotional sensitivity? Oh, seriously—what would it take to make you leave and stop bothering me?
Besides, Valeska had been sensing something strange—off-kilter—every time she spoke with Moravas. It was a subtle nonetheless persistent unease.
Only his soul life glowed a bright green, she couldn't shake the anxious feeling that gripped her heart.
Moravas offered a gentle smile, extending a bouquet of vividly colored enchanted rustic blossoms. "Good morning, Your Majesty the Empress. I only wished to check on your wellbeing.
"Did you sleep soundly last night? These are flowers I picked from the peaks of Mount Arthfael.
