King Cyrus's eyes were speculating, even piercing, as he held Amelia in place, looking at her. Was it a glare?
"I was passing by," Amelia said, the first thing that came to her mind.
"Passing by? Near the backyard at three thirty in the morning? Do you think it's a joke?" Cyrus asked.
He has been trying to figure this girl out, and it didn't help that she was acting mysteriously and naively simultaneously.
Whenever he comes to a conclusion, she rebukes his thoughts.
Amelia knew he wouldn't believe her if she told him she had a weird dream and couldn't sleep. That's why she went for a walk and entered this region; she heard an odd voice.
It won't work.
She resorted to twisting her words.
"You are right. I am not here for nothing," Amelia's words made Cyrus narrow his brows.
