Chapter 1037 Whatever You Say
- Zayn
- I follow Fallon into her bedroom and take my post in the corner, where I’m just out of the reach of the first rays of sun peeking over the mountains. Strips of golden light illuminate the room, highlighting the gilded furniture and the mess she leaves in her wake.
- To an outsider, Princess Fallon would look like a mess, too. Unorganized, sloppy, and annoying.