Minutes pass, and Prince Fraser hasn't said a word to me. He hasn't even glanced at the documents outlining my funding request.
Instead, he continues to stare at me, his gaze making me increasingly uneasy.
Why is he looking at me like this? And why did he want to speak with me alone if we're only discussing the funding request? These questions swirl in my mind as the tension in the room grows palpable.
Isn't he concerned that Princess Paislee might misunderstand the situation? Or is he just incredibly self-assured?
I sigh nervously. "Your Highness, if you're finished reviewing the documents for our request, may I start my presentation—"
Before I can finish my sentence, he interrupts abruptly. "No need. I've already reviewed it, and I have no objections to the request." With that, he proceeds to stamp his approval on the document. "I will personally send this to finance, so please expect a response in a few days."
