When Amelia returned to the Royal Palace, King Cyrus had already arrived and sat in the hall as if waiting for her.
Amelia's eyes shone brightly when she spotted him, and she walked quickly towards him without hesitating.
"You are already here," She said.
The man didn't say anything. He kept looking at the file he was reading as if he couldn't hear her as Amelia pouted her lips before taking a deep breath.
She was about to sit close to him but stopped when she looked at her outfit.
She should take a bath first and freshen up before approaching him.
A true werewolf's scent-smelling sense was compelling and sensitive. He was a king. What if he got irritated with her smell?
With this thought, Amelia was about to ascend the stairs when Cyrus's words stopped her.
"How was your day?" He asked.
Amelia's eyes beamed again when he asked her the question.
