"Princess, calm down before you go in there to see your father," Cyrus said when he caught up to Amelia. She wasn't too far away from the throne room which was a good thing. There was still a chance to convince her to not go there.
"You should go see a doctor before you get an infection and die. Trust me, I am very calm," she replied before stopping causing Cyrus to almost crash into her. "How do I look? Don't think about my bare feet though."
Cyrus quietly examined her appearance which wasn't bad considering she just came from riding a horse but her hair was out of place. "You look fine, princess," he concluded.
"You really are dense Cyrus. Don't you know when a woman asks you how she looks you should have the answer quickly? No wonder your love life sucks."
"No offense princess but a bad love life is better than a nonexistent one. You watch your crush from afar. My bad," he bowed his head after he saw her taken aback.
"I do not watch him from afar," Amelia denied the claim.
