~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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"My Queen."
I slowly blinked as a frown settled on my forehead when I heard that call.
Did he just call me 'my queen' instead of the usual 'Deborah'?
Regardless, I didn't stop walking, I just kept going until I went to the middle of the field where I saw a wooden dart kept slightly afar.
And with everything I said to him, I still felt him following me but refused to turn back.
"Queen Deborah," he called again and my step nearly faltered.
Was he trying to make me less angry by calling me all that?
Did he think this was a joke?
When did he even know how to joke around?
This was very unlike him, in fact it was foreign.
"My Deborah, please slow down." He further said and I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from smiling because strangely, it started working.
I was angry with him, yes!
But what he was doing right now was annoyingly funny.
