236 Chapter 236: The little's prince's complaint

It's been half an hour since they reached his room. Yet, after so much persuasion, the prince had only agreed to get on his bed now. He looked like he had something to tell her. But he insisted on listening to her talk about the pixies first- an excuse to pass the time, she guessed. And now, though he looked tired and sleepy, he was rubbing his eyes again and again, so that he stayed awake. 

"C'mon spill," Elize finally said, narrowing her eyes at him. "What do you want to say?" 

"I don't like that man," Leith said, scrunching his brows in irritation. 

"Who?" Elize asked, unfolding the prince's blanket. "The elf?"

Leith shook his head. "No. Not Lord Ayas. Nobody likes him anyway." He replied with a shrug. 

Elize chuckled at the statement. Such things always were funny when coming out of an eleven-year old's mouth. She covered the prince with the blanket up to his neck. He looked like a ball of cotton- all tucked up like that.