Phuoc stood leaning against the wall of the tavern just East of his kingdom. He was not allowed to be wandering about the kingdom, but neither was she. Who was she? Why, the girl who’d been following him around sloppily through the streets. At first, he’d assumed that she was a spy sent by his mother, so he’d been sure to be cautious in his movements. But by now, he’d realized that his mother, though he had little respect for her, would never hire such a clumsy little oaf. “You cannot still believe that I haven’t noticed your presence.” He finally voiced, letting out a scoff as he took a long drink of glass of rice wine. He did not look up. She knew that he was referring to her.