"Uh-hun."
"Open your mouth," the Prince stared at her once more, this time frowning while commanding, after insisting twice. He held the soup spoon in front of the maiden's mouth.
"Why can't I use the spoon myself?"
"Do you have yet to ask why?"
After the servants had served the supper and dismissed at the Prince's snap of fingers, they were alone in the dining room.
"Come on, Lady Saskia, or do you like your soup cold?"
The aroma of the food was delicious, so Alexa capitulated on that Prince's odd whim, opening her mouth so he could feed her. 'Maybe he has some crisis of conscience after dragging me in the mud,' she thought.
After two spoonfuls under the Prince's watchful eye, Alexa recalled,
"Your Highness was going to tell me about Kielstadt, about your family… I heard Your Highness calling Father Gianpietro a cousin. Is that true? Are you really cousins?"
