"Do you refer to your stack, my lady?"
"… uh, y-yes, haha~" — Being found out again with some manners of speech that had traversed into the one I am right now, I felt embarrassed as I took the post-it notes that I was showing him into my dress's pocket. Trying to dismiss the fluster while going back to his side, trying to jest about this choice I came to. — "Nevertheless, do you not think that going back to writing my thoughts might aid the Prince?"
"?… What does the lady mean by that?"
"Well… it appears to myself that his highness has yet to accustom to my sound… It shall aid make the prince feel more comfortable." — While hoping to charm the innocence at times the Crown prince showcased I took his arm, ready to depart with a lightened mood. Meeting an expression that seemingly did not understand the small tease I wished to play. Looking at me as if searching for the words he would let out.
