Eva's POV
"Henry?" I called as we were on our way to the Herté.
He looked down at me. "Your Highness?"
"Do I seem like a bore to you?"
He looked taken aback by my question before he replied. "No… you are an interesting person," he mused again looking up at the ceiling as though it would give him an answer. "You quite a character, princess,"
"But you never speak with me, even when I try to initiate a conversation." I accused.
"I… I… I… apologize," He tried to bow but I held his forearm and he looked me in the eye and I burst out laughing.
"This is the first time you look like you are not going off to war," I made a terrible impression of what he used to look like and stood like a stone statue with a stern face.
He blinked and was utterly speechless at first before he joined in and laughed at my humor and the first time.
"You humour me, your Highness,"
