"Luis brought the brothel woman, and it was Sebastian who brought the hunter in disguise."
Genevieve nodded, then smiled. 'It's true what people say. Luis is much softer even though his face looks rough."
Between chuckles, Marc shook his head. "You like Luis?"
Genevieve shrugged. Instead of answering, he ignored the question. "By the way, what kind of position does King Cedric need—"
Genevieve suddenly squealed. Two seconds later, he covered his gaping mouth in shock, even looking at Marc with his brown eyes wide in shock.
"So you are the king's son?"
Before Marc could answer, Genevieve bowed lower than before. He would have almost knelt under Marc's feet if Marc had not stopped him swiftly.
"You bowed earlier," said Marc. It reminds what Genevieve has done before.
"Sorry, I just realized it. Also, sorry for being rude. Forcing you to call me with the little nicknames people usually do." Genevieve meant what she said. Regrets.
