As the beautiful melody echoed across the inner palace, the breeze seemed to have also warmed up. Marsella drew a deep breath while sitting on the railings of the balcony, tucking her hair as the soft breeze blew past her.
"What are you doing here?" Dexter's voice came from behind her after the mild creak. A frown dominated his face, apparently displeased at the presence of this intruder.
The moment Dexter resigned to bed, he instantly knew there was another person in his room. He wasn't wrong because the second he opened the balcony, Marsella was there in her nightdress as if this was her room.
"The amount of display of affection in the palace is too much for a vulnerable maiden such as myself." Marsella looked back at him and smirked. "That is why I fled to save myself from such histrionic sentiments that are knocking into my fragile heart."
"So, you intruded into my room?"
"Is there something wrong with that?"
