Isaac took a seat after placing a cup in front of himself. His very well hidden and disguised, almost non-existent blush well hidden from the Imperial Princess.
Princess Cassandra casually switched her gaze between the two of them as she took a sip of her tea. As always, Isaac was only good for making tea and nothing else.
She placed the cup down, crossed her legs, rested her hand on the sides of her chair and stared at Isaac.
"Are you okay sitting like this with your enemy?" She asked.
"Enemy? You're not as bad as you believe yourself, Cassandra. You can be more confident."
"Really… You mean I am not a walking shithead?"
"I never said that."
Cassandra clicked her tongue and looked away, inciting a soft chuckle from Kristine. The knight that hadn't been lady-like at all moments ago now had her legs pressed together her hand on her hair, acting as if she were very definition of a genteel noble.
