THE ROOM was eerily quiet.
Jasper didn't want to admit this, but he was the only person in the room who had a hard time withstanding the pressure coming out of Princess Neoma.
[It's… getting harder for me to breathe…]
Princess Neoma was sitting on the chair next to the bed while listening to Duckie's story.
The royal princess was exuding authority and dignity– from the way she sat on the chair as if she was sitting on the throne, up to the way she looked while listening intently.
[It's a grace that only a true royal could possess…]
Jasper clutched his chest discreetly while trying to breathe.
This time, he wasn't the only one affected by Princess Neoma's silent anger.
Even Miss Dahlia took a deep breath.
"Babe," Lord Ruto said, placing a hand on Princess Neoma's shoulder. "Calm down."
Jasper winced at Lord Ruto's poor choice of words.
