The princess of the Sverine Kingdom was obvious enough about her intention, but the one that denied her birthed some questions.
"Hilde, what are you doing?" Cherie narrowed her eyes after she turned.
"That's my line," Hilde frowned.
They immediately started their own arguments against one another and left Lyon with a wry smile on his face.
"This looks like it's not your first time seeing women fighting over you," spoke Cecile softly as she passed him by.
"I don't think that's a surprise," Lyon laughed. "However, I need to go back home."
Assid appeared behind him before slightly lowering his head, with his arm crossing his chest. "The carriage is ready, young master."
"Woah, just right in time," Lyon raised his brows and nodded at his excellence. "Though, why do I have the feeling that you wait for me to say that."
Assid smiled. "Ready where you are, young master."
