Selma Payne's POV:
Seeing that I was about to go through with my words, this group of little b*stards with golden spoons in their mouths finally couldn't pretend to be childish and calm anymore.
The boy, vaguely surrounded by the others in the center, mustered his courage and stood up, wanting to plead with me. "Please have mercy, Your Highness. We've never attended such an important event before. We're too nervous and subconsciously want to gossip to divert our attention. I apologize for our foolish actions. Please give us a chance to turn over a new leaf. We will control our mouths."
I looked at him expressionlessly for a few seconds until he started to tremble. "I still don't know your name."
"What?" the boy was stunned.
