One's Priority

Maryah dropped her body onto the soft sofa so hard that it made a loud 'thud' sound. Then after that, she let out a heavy sigh. Maryah wouldn't have done those two rude things at once elsewhere, or her image as a royal princess would have been suppressed.

"Haa." Again, Maryah let out a big sigh with a gloomy expression.

“Geez, what a sigh, sister. Your sigh can shake the whole room." Maftah joked.

"Don't joke with me now, brother," Maryah replied in an annoyed tone.

Maftha took his pen away from the paper he was looking at. Then he put his pen for good to then rest his chin on his fist.

“What made you like this, sister?”

"Sir Dylan."

"Hmm, did my dude refuse your request to attend the event?"

Maryah sighed again. "No. He accepted it.”

"Yeah, good. So? What made you like this? Is it possible… his memory returned?”

Maryah smacked her lips as she pouted. The infrequent frown on his forehead made Maftah unable to stay still. Like a good brother, he felt the need to listen more carefully t