Margaret stood up, accidentally knocking over her bag with her right foot. A worn-out black magic book peeked out from the corner.
She walked up to the young man, reaching out to touch his soft golden locks. Despite his volatile temper, the prince's hair was soft, emanating warmth.
"I'm not sure what His Highness wants to ask..." Margaret caught his flustered and panicked expression, smiled with lowered eyes, and continued, "Are you referring to that debauched and vulgar party at Campbell Castle? Did His Highness go there?"
Mario's ears burned as Margaret's touch sent shivers down his spine, making it difficult for him to think straight. He instinctively tried to avoid her, his voice faltering, "I-I couldn't have gone! I was especially busy the night before!"
He practically confessed on his own.
"I never mentioned which party it was," Margaret said, "His Highness seems well aware of the schedule of such events, yet he still lies."
