You Think I Won't Talk?

’Don’t let Marianne’s cuteness deceive you, she has her big sister here to deal with a troublesome Prince like you.’ — I took a step back with my still weak legs as I continued to look at his entertained challenging stare.

It was only for the time it took me to write my short comment that our eyes didn’t meet.

[His Highness is too close, it makes me uncomfortable.]

I gave it a little read before shoving it towards him, and, honestly, I felt sad for the guy.

"..."

’To be told this by Marianne no less... Rest in peace, Crown Prince... I wouldn’t survive that.’ — As I energetically unfolded my hand to hand him the note, I lamented his soul’s soon demise.

"....."

The response was as expected, a long dead silence.

’... Yup, he died.’ — His long pause and his frozen stance were more than enough to know his soul left his body.

"... So... I made My Lady uncomfortable... I... Apologise."

’... Huh? You?? Apologise???... YOU?!’

"It was not my intention to incommode my Significant Guest... However..."