For a few minutes, no one even remotely moved inside, so Seryn began practically mashing his face against the door, until eventually, someone stepped out.
It was a sleepy-looking woman, wearing pajamas. Her hair was completely black and her eyes were silver. She seemed like just some ordinary servant woman, which would most definitely distract someone from the fact that she was a princess.
Despite her disheveled appearance, though, her eyes were scanning both of them. Her gaze lingered a little longer on Rael, simply because she had vaguely recognized him. He was the man she had met so long ago, the same man who had claimed he would make a country, and then vanished for nearly two decades.
She had thought it was just a fool's rambling, but now, as the man stood before her once more, she couldn't help but feel her chest pounding. After all, he was so strong now. How could someone be so unnaturally strong in such a short period of time?
