NEOMA'S voice was hoarse when the book discussion turned storytelling time ended.
For three hours, she did nothing but talk about N*ruto. She ended up telling the whole story of the first season. Thankfully, Sir Glenn came back to pick her up to prepare for her dinner with the emperor.
"Can I skip dinner?" Neoma asked in a hoarse voice. Currently, she was lying on the sofa of her bedroom ala-Cleopatra. Lewis was standing behind the sofa, Stephanie was in the bathroom while preparing her bath, and Alphen was in the next room– the giant walk-in closet– while preparing her clothes. She always had to dress up extravagantly whenever she had a schedule with her father. "I don't want to see Papa."
Sir Glenn, who stood in front of her, smiled kindly. "Are you still upset because of the argument you had with His Majesty, Your Royal Highness?"
