Chapter 949: Peace talks?

"Not very nice, wishing death upon an esteemed guest."

 "Please, there's no way his majesty thinks of such trivial matter."

 "Who's to say," he shrugged, "-I'm an admirer of love."

 "Right," Starix hung on the 'ght,' part, throwing suggestively annoyed looks at the rather odd couple, "-wait, where are they?" 

 "Vanished behind the line of trees there," pointed his majesty, "-let the broth simmer," he spun, "-I'll be inside. Send for a maid once enough material is gathered, also," he smirked over his shoulder, "-the gardener's shed should be a great fit."

There was no describing the alluring feeling of a maiden's heart – Eia felt as if she were back in her prime, '-I'm free to love, free to choose, and free to entertain,' a manly grip held her by the waist and placed her upon a ledge.

 "We shouldn't," her flushed cheeks and inviting gaze countered a pitiful attempt at deniability.