The Emperor's Daughter

Chapter 92: The Emperor’s Daughter Chapter. 92

I was walking with snow in my hand when suddenly, I saw a familiar face.

“We meet again.”

It was Layla. She didn’t look surprised, but I looked like I saw a dead man walking. Why was she here?

“Because you’re in my path.”

“Really?”

Still, I had encountered her in this garden from time to time since I met her the day I forgave Graecito. Of course, it wasn’t enough to say that I had seen her often.

“What are you doing? Reading again?”

Every time I had seen her, we would have a brief conversation, and afterward, I would go back to the palace. Was she reading outside in such a cold day? She’s such a bookworm. Layla laughed when I raised my head in amazement.

“Just watching the snow.”

It was really weird when a blue woman smiled, beaming pale like snow. Should I say it seemed mysterious? I would believe if someone said she’s the snow queen instead of a normal human being. Layla stared blankly at the scenery filled with longing.

“It doesn’t snow where I used to live, so I keep looking at it”

“Where did you live before?”

I asked without any thought, but she didn’t reply. I looked up at Layla since there was no reaction, and I saw her face stiffened slightly. Oh, I was sure Layla wasn’t here because she wanted to be here.

Ah, that wasn’t polite, but the moment I realized my own wrongdoing, it was already too late. Oh, I felt so regretful for what I had done. I didn’t know. I should just go back to the palace.

“Are you just leaving?”

I didn’t look at her face since I felt apologetic and tried to head back to the palace, but Layla stopped me for a moment. I looked back in wonder. I saw her usual expression. She wasn’t always friendly, but that didn’t mean she’s being cold to me. I was a bit curious.

“Why? Do you have something to say?”

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Why was she stopping me? It was the first time Layla had done so. Since it was our routine to always say a few words between one another and return. She didn’t start the conversation, and I was always the one who greeted her first. Layla smiled when our eyes met.

“Nothing.”

It was a smile that was particularly filled with melancholy

“I’m just a little bored.”