That's called blatant jealousy.
The two walked along the road, passing by the Xinong River and walking alongside it. The rushing water slapped against the banks and rocks. The wind by the river was strong, and the road was quiet. This world was nothing like the densely populated world of Laine's past. At night, besides villages and towns, most places were empty of people.
"I've run into trouble, Veronica." Upon reaching a secluded spot, Laine motioned for the two to stop. The baron had a deeply troubled look on his face, his brows furrowing: "Her Highness Mogiana's severe injury has left the kingdom without someone capable of uniting all the dukes' forces. Although she has already delegated her powers to me, but..."
"But no one is paying attention to you, dear," Veronica giggled, her beautiful apricot eyes brimming with amusement as she helped Laine tidy his windblown hair.
