Marcellos Bartholomew Sinclaire? What a long ass name...
And his appearance! What kind of creature was he? I would ask Minerva if she knew something, but as usual, she was sleeping in my front shirt pocket. So for now, I'll deal with this situation myself.
He looked goofy, but I kept my distance from him anyway. Who knew what his intentions were. And with intentional carefulness, I began my line of questioning.
"Were you peeping on our Princess here?" I started.
"Oh, heavens no!" he gasped. "I'll have you know, I'm a gentleman of the highest order. It offends me that you think that I would do such a horrible thing."
"He's lying!" Trixy interjected. "He was hiding in those bushes over there. OMG I can't get married anymore."
I narrowed my eyes at him which instinctively made him back away.
"B-believe me I saw nothing," he stammered. "I'm just a humble merchant who got robbed by a bunch of barbarians! I swear by my honor that I didn't intend on peeping or scaring you."
