The moment Maximilian requested her to show her face, her grip tightened on her lap, her eyes trembling with visible distress. A flicker of panic danced within her pink irises, betraying a deep-rooted trauma.
"No," she muttered, firm and final. "I will never show my face to anyone."
Maximilian just looked at her nervous face for a few seconds, taking in the subtle quiver of her lips and the way she averted her gaze, before letting out a weary sigh. "Alright. I apologise if my question made you uncomfortable."
Gumiho was about to say something when a chariot landed on her front yard with a heavy thud, sending a cloud of dust into the air. It was Chitra's chariot. Its door opened with a sudden shove, and from within, Vyaghra emerged, his amber-coloured eyes fixed intensely on Maximilian with barely concealed urgency. He reached them with quick, determined steps, his dual black and blonde hair swaying with every stride.
