Cecil sat at the cafeteria, waiting expectantly, he had even chosen a prime spot where he could clearly see the Prince's table easily. He had spent the days right after resumption running around bootlicking and cultivating relationships just for the satisfaction of watching royalty get put down.
What he did not expect was for Alois to come in between Rowe and Henri. Where did he even come from? Cecil was certain that he hadn't been around when he first got to the cafeteria
His anticipation soured, uneasiness crawling up his spine as he watched Henri undo everything he had worked so hard for with a flick of his hand. Who remained that calm when confronted with something as scandalous as a love letter right in the middle of the entire cafeteria? It wasn't fair.
He hated that Henri bested him without even trying.
