Anne shivered as if she was dumped in a ten-thousand-year-old ice. That grin and mischief Zala was oozing had Anne taking a step back. Zala snorted at her, “What? I haven’t done anything yet so why do you look so apprehensive?” She teased whilst Anne went back to wiping her down.
“That doesn’t mean that you’re not going to do anything.” Anne’s brows creased with concern.
“Do you know the hardest ‘occupation’ to deal with it is?” She asked and held her arms apart and worked with Anne to dress up. Without waiting for Anne, she answered her question herself, “Royalty. That’s the most boring thing to be. Especially being a princess. I mean what’s the use of all this when I’m soaking up all the depression in the air? It’s a chore.”
Anne rubbed some scented oils and other products into Zala’s
