Bab 178: Alexander as a old dramatic grandpa

Alora walked towards Alexander's room.

The guards were looking at the door.

"It's just the same as before," one of them whispered.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat to get their attention.

Their eyes lit up like a Christmas tree upon seeing her.

"I want to go inside."

"Let me ask the prince," one of the guards knocked on the door after saying this.

"What?" came his shout.

"It's me, Alora. May I enter?"

"No, go back to your home. I don't want to see you."

"But I want to see you and I am coming inside. You can lecture me about etiquette and manners later," Alora said stepping inside.

Alexander was curling on a side of the bed with a sulking face.

"You look like a little child who was denied their favorite toy."

"Why do you care? It's not like you care enough to stay or anything. I know that I am overstepping my boundaries and asking for too much but can you not go?" He asked finally looking at her face.