"You will have to pick her up," Fabian said, looking at their princess who was now almost flat on the entire backseat, sleeping with her legs sprawled on the front seat without a care in the world.
His ears turned red at her unladylike position, and Cyrus massaged his forehead.
Even if it was an act, the least she could do was pretend to be scared.
He sighed and pulled her legs down before holding her hands, and was about to pull to place her on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes when she murmured something.
He frowned.
Cyrus leaned forward to hear what she was saying.
"I will choose you in every lifetime, Cyrus. Can't you love me back? Just a couple more days," Amelia whispered.
She was clearly dreaming about something.
But what did she mean by a couple more days? Where the hell was she thinking of going after that?
Wasn't his King trial after some days too? He clenched his fists.
Was she thinking of running away with that rogue head?
