Princess Amaya looked at Marx with questioning eyes.
"Oh, I am just reminding some people that you belong to someone else." Marx's tone was gentle but to Prince Raquim, it was a provocation.
"Princess, I'll return to my table. I will talk to you later." The tall and handsome prince glared at Marx before turning to leave.
Marx pulled a chair for Amaya treating Prince Raquim like air.
Amaya nodded to Raquim before sitting down.
"Why would you do that?" Amaya asked.
"What did I do?" Marx asked feigning innocence.
"You are very rude to Prince Raquim." Amaya pouted.
"He is flirting with you in front of me. I want to put him in his rightful place."
Amaya did not say anymore. She started eating while studying the people on the two tables opposite them.
