You Think I Won't Talk?

At the doors of her chambers, Paige and another pair of servants were coming out from the inside. Some of the luggage of the Lady had been brought upstairs already and more were to be brought soon.

However, the young maid did not fail to notice her leadership and at the sight of her prominence, she lit up her busy expression to welcome the beautiful Miss she served.

"My Lady! How was your journey– Gasp! My apologies, Your Highness. I– This server was blinded by joy to see her Master. Please forgive my poor manners!" — To the clue Marianne gave with the movement of her eyes, pointing to the man escorting her that Paige had erased unconsciously from her awareness, the maid bowed deeply apologetically to have ignored the presence of someone as important as Zeleskiaz was to the Empire.

"... It’s alright... It is natural." — Not looking at Paige, he forgave the woman.

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She raided from her deep bow and catching a glance of the Prince, Paige smiled quietly. For, instead of looking at her, his eyes were peeking at the elegant Lady with tender shades in his eyes.

’It indeed is natural~’ — Paige agreed, excited to see the devotion of the Prince to her Lady.

"Umh. My Lady, your chambers had been already arranged for you to find rest without delay. Is His Highness the Crown Prince going to make your company?"

"Yes. It was decided I would take a refreshment here as the Lady wished to return to her private stances."

’Huh?!’ — The foreigner exclaimed at the Prince’s sayings. — ’You are actually having your tea here?!’