Cornelius is happy about the way I look today, though. He is convinced that I dressed up like this for him. He is claiming that it is my strategy to make sure that his eyes won't wander. The entitled prick is having some massive delusions. It annoyed me, so I will bore him to death with the activity I have in mind.
So when I am announced to present myself to the King and the Prince, I stand up and make sure that Calais will catch a glimpse of my bare legs. Admiration follows me like a shadow as I make my way to the front of the hall. By the time I step up and stand tall before the King and the Prince, sighs and whispers have already spread throughout the hall.
"Lyrica…" Cornelius greets, sucking in a quick breath, as if my name alone has just taken his breath away. Delight is also written very clearly on his face.
"Your beauty really is remarkable," the King praises.
