Amaris’ POV
We camped outside Satra’s house. King Ragriel collected some firewood and we’re using it as a source of light and heat. Though he doesn’t need heat.
I was sitting across from him. He's staring at my face. I can’t believe he was so arrogant when he said he’ll convince Satra but we didn’t even reach the old man’s door. He immediately drove us away right after King Ragriel spoke.
Argh! The night has fallen but we still couldn’t get a chance to properly talk to Satra.
I sighed and pulled my hair out of frustration. King Ragriel frowned at me but I just rolled my eyes at him. It’s probably my pregnancy that’s giving me courage to treat him this way or am I just really annoyed by him?
“Where are you going?” I asked when he suddenly lifted himself up.
He snobbishly glanced at me
