Chapter 22: Possible rejection

*Jane*

With widened eyes, I gazed at Mara, but she appeared more engrossed in her own words, oblivious to my stunned expression.

“Your King appears quite harsh…” I murmured quietly, my words barely escaping my chewing mouth.

“Huh? I think I missed what you said,” she mutter,

I quickly shook my head, denying, “No, I didn't say anything.”

Avoiding her gaze, I began to slowly sip my wine. I must admit, the deep red hue suggested a superior quality, and the taste alone was rich and satisfying.

“Besides that incident involving King Damon, there have been more and more troubling events,” she muttered.

“Is that right?”

I couldn't think of anything else to say. True, what Mara had just recounted was somewhat unsettling, but then again, they were just words; I hadn't witnessed anything firsthand.

Soon after, I noticed Mara, who had been chatting earlier, had suddenly fallen silent. Confused, I lifted my head to look at her, only to be met with her hesitant expression.

"What's troubling you? Is