"Why is he leaving again?!" she cried out, tears dripping down her face as she watched his arrogant form near his horse, preparing to leave her again without sparing her another look. He had asked what she meant by her note, even though it was the truth—a part of it—she didn't know how to tell him how much she hated this too, and at least she wanted to know why—to hear it from his lips and not from a piece of paper or using someone else as a mouthpiece.
"I know, I know, Wish, but you have to calm down, okay? And let me take you back inside and talk about it, okay?"
Romero was trying to make her reason with him, but she was not having it. The girl shook her head that she wasn't going to return back inside there alone and listen to whatever he had for her to say when she could hear it all directly from him. The girl flew out of his arms and ran towards her king.
