Melody, with a hint of hesitation, edged forward, her fingers tentatively reaching out for the handkerchief. But Izaak, with a playful glint in his eyes, swiftly withdrew his hand, clutching the handkerchief tighter.
"This is mine now," he declared, his voice laced with a teasing undertone.
A crease formed between Melody's brows, her mind swirling with confusion. She couldn't help but question the prince's peculiar behavior. Could it be the intoxicating influence of the wine that was making him act so out of character?
"But that was not what Princess Alora wanted me to give Your Highness. It was my fault for mistakenly bringing this piece here. Your Highness shall return it," Melody articulated with a respectful bow.
A chuckle escaped Izaak's lips as he momentarily averted his gaze. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Melody lunged forward to reclaim the handkerchief.
