Dimitri Delacroix's point of view
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WE KEPT MAKING HARMLESS QUESTION FOR MORE 20 MINUTES.
After twenty minutes, we got up, adjusted our clothes, our hair, and our lips were not swollen anymore, then she left first and I came after her, with a safe distance between us, for our own safety. Sir Violet had been guarding the place for us the whole time and told her nobody came around, all with side-eye on me as if analyzing me.
"Don't worry, I have serious intentions with the Princess!" I told him.
"Hm, you better have, boy, or I'll take care of you myself," he hummed.
"No need to do that, Sir Violet," Izzy gasped. "He asked for my hand."
"Oh?" He relaxed visually. "Good. I prefer the Duke over Lord Noël. He is a good man, but doesn't suit you, or look good with you, Princess."
"I agree," I said amused at his honesty with her.
She just brushed it off, "Yeah, yeah, anyways. Let's go back, Dim."
