The Forsaken King

Sylas sat on the front, his eyes locked on the road.

From time to time, Ana would lean forward and ask,

"Do you want me to sit up there with you?"

Or,

"Are you feeling lonely, sitting all by yourself?"

Every time, Sylas answered with the same soft smile—

"Oh, Princess... if you sit next to a commoner like me, what will the nobles think?"

He raised a brow dramatically, like it was the most scandalous thing in the world.

"They might riot," he continued with a smirk. "Or worse... they might beat me up."

Ana rolled her eyes and pouted, like always.

King Kael just chuckled in the back, quietly enjoying the show.