Chapter 41: No Choice
"I...Um..." she gulped.
"You don’t want to watch me spar?" Maximus raised his brows, unimpressed and displeased with her.
She shook her head. She didn’t want to antagonize him. That would not end well for her.
"It would be my fortune to watch you spar, Your Majesty," she smiled and bowed her head in reverence.
"It’s Max," his voice trembled a bit.
"Yes, Max," she looked up and he retracted his hand he held out towards her.
"I cannot wait to watch you spar tomorrow," she pulled the corners of her lips to a smile. It was hard to hold her smile. But it was harder to look into his amber eyes when she is concealing her true feelings from him.
"That’s... good."
Maximus looked at her for a moment before turning to leave holding his sword.
"A seamstress and jeweler will visit you today," he said without turning back.
"Yes. I will get help from Flavia and I will make sure to be properly dressed for the ball, Max," Felixa figured that he is getting her dresses that would suit his status and she accepted his goodwill.
And she is pretty happy she’d be getting new dresses. She loved new dresses.