[Margaret’s Perspective]
The manor had now been turned into a fortress by Donald’s orders, with an extrely high safety index. Not to ntion a little boy, even tough guys like Henry and Levi wouldn’t dream of attacking from the outside.
Elliot still didn’t feel at ease leaving Brand with and waved off the other Lycans accompanying him, opting instead to stand guard nearby himself.
I felt that Donald and his group of Lycans seed to be a bit on edge. After taking a couple deep breaths, I turned back to Brand and asked softly, "Why are you here? What do you want to do?"
Perhaps Elliot’s gaze was too sharp, as Brand seed frightened and uneasy, but he relaxed slightly after hearing speak, "I ca to explain the situation to His Majesty. He seems to have misunderstood my father because of what happened yesterday! My father didn’t sleep all night and is still locked in his study!"
"Lycan Queen, I know you and His Majesty are good people, and of course, so is my father. So, could you please talk to His Majesty and ask him not to make things difficult for my father..."
"Shut up! Do you know what you’re talking about?" Ruth imdiately interrupted Brand’s speech, speaking with a cold tone and a stern expression on her face.
Brand, seemingly not expecting Ruth to suddenly stop him, froze before looking at with so concern.
I had been patiently listening to him talk and was sure that the boy had no ill intentions. I sighed slightly and asked directly, "You say the Lycan king is making things difficult for your father, but what exactly does that entail?"
Upon hearing this, Brand opened his mouth as if to say sothing, but ultimately couldn’t cite a specific incident, knowing full well that Berton’s busyness was due to work matters.
"You clearly understand what is going on, so why do you slander the Lycan king like this? Mr. Berton is indeed busy with work these days, and this has nothing to do with Donald. Do you understand?" I said, shielding my eyes from the sun and looking at Brand with a hint of amusent.
The child’s downcast look was sowhat cute, his profile even resembling Elizabeth’s. "Alright, I think I know what you want to do. But Mr. Berton indeed has work to do, and you should be understanding of that. If you don’t mind, you can also co to chat with tomorrow, and you can bring your sister, too."
I said this while patting the young boy’s shoulder, my face full of smiles.
Upon hearing this, Brand looked up at , his eyes filled with delight and astonishnt, "You... Your Highness, you’re not upset about my barging in today? I was even rude to the Lycan king, aren’t you angry? Can I really co here to play with you tomorrow? Is that true?"
It was always easy to understand the minds of the young. Watching his bright eyes, I nodded and smiled, "Don’t do sothing this dangerous again; your loved ones and friends will worry about you. Of course, you can co and see because I’m currently recovering from an injury and really need soone to talk to."
"That’s great, Your Highness! You really are a beautiful and gentle person; I like you," Brand said candidly.
His frankness made laugh, thinking it was good that Donald wasn’t here at the mont, or else he would have gotten jealous.
"I’ll ask that brother over there to take you back. Don’t go running around anymore, okay?" I indicated to a standing Lycan not far away, signaling to Brand that Elliot would take him ho.
Brand seed a little reluctant at this, but the thought of coming over to chat with tomorrow made this minor ’difficulty’ seem acceptable.
He nodded in agreent, waved goodbye to , and then happily trotted off.
Elliot, suddenly assigned this task, looked sowhat puzzled. I gave him a glance and a slight nod, telling him to follow my orders.
The group of Lycans always executed my commands without refusal.
Elliot led Brand away, and I watched their figures disappear at the end of the corridor, sighing softly to myself.
"Your Highness, why are you so kind to that boy? Isn’t he the Marine Officer’s son? Aren’t you worried he has ulterior motives for approaching you?" Ruth seed puzzled by my earlier behavior and couldn’t help but ask.
I maneuvered my wheelchair in a different direction, getting even closer to the rose field, "Brand may be sowhat cunning, but he’s not bad by nature. I probably know what he wants to do, and why should I push away a hostage that ca to on his own? We are engaging in what can be described as mutual benefit. Don’t talk about any ’ulterior motives’ or the like."
Ruth appeared even more puzzled upon hearing this, looking at with eyes full of confusion.
Seeing her reaction, I smiled without intending to share my full thoughts. So things aren’t as benevolent and innocent when being carried out, and it’s better not to corrupt soone so endearing!
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