You Think I Won't Talk?

The Crown Prince followed to enter the carriage, halting at the door to watch the Lady seating comfortably.

’Hm? What is it now?’ — Marianne thought at the man frozen in place that glimpsed her up and down in apparent ponder.

’Is something out of place?? I’m not flashing you am I?’ — She thought, also looking down at herself.

"... My Lady, could you make space for me next to you?"

’Huh??? There’s space right there, though?’

"..."

Giving a glance at the seat opposite to hers, she then tilted her head to show the man that space was not a problem. Ignoring the man’s intention.

"I do not wish to seat there."

’... Are you a kid?? Sigh... Okay, I’ll seat there... Kid Prince–’ — The foreigner thought in naivety, standing only to be stopped immediately in her motion.

"I will not seat across you, my Lady."

’...oh..... Ooooh, that’s... That’s what you meant...’

Lowering her head, Marianne then understood. Moving as requested to the side so he could share the seat.