"If you're done with what you want to do, you can come out, Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty? Why are you calling your father with such an honorific, My Dearest?! Can't you just call me... beloved father?"
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I can't do that. You are the king of this great Dragomirov kingdom. Your identity as king must take precedence."
"...."
During Vladislav's behavior, Harlequeen spoke while looking at the pages of the book in her hand, without even turning her head towards Vladislav's face.
Although Vladislav tried several times to put his face in front of Harlequeen's, she did not budge.
Vladislav ended up just standing there looking at his daughter for some time. His expression looked sad. Were tears about to fall from his eyelids?
'Ugh! What drama am I looking at right now?' Lev rubbed his temples. 'I didn't expect Vladislav had that kind of side.
