"Hmm." Her Majesty the Queen propped her head with one hand and replied absentmindedly.
Gianna cautiously retreated, finding the queen's mind ever harder to fathom.
A man walked in from the front, and they quickly exchanged a glance. The man passed her with a blank expression. Gianna pursed her lips and left without looking back.
"You've come."
A faint voice sounded above.
The man's lashes drooped slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said blandly, "I wonder if Her Majesty still remembers our agreement?"
"Hmm?" A lazy voice gradually rose, like a satiated cat making one's heart itch.
A sharp glare was like a knife scraping the scalp, and the man clenched his fists tightly, saying in a deep voice, "You promised me you would give me a chance."
"Then did you fulfill your promise to me?"
The man's thin lips pressed tightly, and his breathing suddenly became a few beats faster.
