Ronan shook his head and looked at Arielle intently. "My name is not 'Your Majesty', Sweetheart."
"King… Ronan….?" Arielle asked unsurely.
"Remove the king."
Arielle shook her head, refusing Ronan's request. "I don't think that's polite, Your Majesty."
"I'm giving you permission," urged the impatient Ronan.
Arielle lowered her voice and then whispered, "Uhm… Ronan?"
"Huh? I couldn't hear it. Your voice is too small." Ronan brought his face closer to hear Arielle's voice, which was fading away. The girl's face was as red as a tomato, but Ronan had no intention of stopping until he got what he wanted.
"Ro ... nan," Arielle said quietly and then covered her face with both hands due to embarrassment. "I can't, Your Majesty! I'm embarrassed!"
Ronan chuckled and tried to grab the girl's hands to stop covering her face. Arielle, who was still embarrassed, covered her face again.
