"Your Highness!" Loraline's low whisper was too harsh on Melania's ears, but the attendant did not care for that. "How can you invite some stranger to spend time with us? What would people think?!"
Startled, the princess covered her lady-in-waiting's mouth, offering her a warning glance, and whispered back,
"Be quiet, Loraline! I haven't shown my face around the Capital just yet, so I don't think anyone will recognize me, especially when I'm dressed like this. He, too, is just a foreigner. If someone notices us, they will most likely just think that we are some lower-class noblemen, is all!"
"But, Your Highness––"
"Shh! If you keep nagging me like this, I will send you back to the palace!"
Loraline had no choice but to comply. Standing quietly next to her lady, she offered the young stranger a rather timid look and nodded, agreeing to the princess's suggestion. Yuraon smiled and bowed down again.
