There it is again. A maid would definitely deny that and try to please, but she… she just said it to him that he kept her waiting, and she didn't even look bothered about it.
"Pardon my lateness," he said and drew closer to her, his gaze never leaving her face.
"There is no need for that. I am just a bit earlier," she uttered, waving her hand in the process. "So, your Highness, how can I assist you?"
"First, that title isn't mine," he corrected. "And second, who are you?"
Roman watched her expression, and there was no change in it. Rather, she smiled as if she was expecting it.
"Your Highness, I believe the title is indeed yours. Her Highness, Princess Vivveine, is your mother, and that makes you her little prince. That title is rightly yours unless you renounce your mother and uncle," she stated. "And as for who I am, you will know when the time's right, your Highness," she said calmly.
