Walking back to the royal dormitory with countless bags and pouches hanging from my shoulders and hands made me feel like a pack horse, but I persevered.
After all, for the sake of getting on the good side of the princess, it was necessary.
Yet, I also showed some defiance, such as a pack horse refusing to move under the force of its owner by trying to slip away at every chance.
I had to seem reliable, but at the same time, someone who the princess couldn't easily control.
She had just been pushed out of the Emperial dorms, a clear power play by her brother, so she would be in the mood for revenge.
And for that revenge, she would have connections and people to support her... and I wasn't trying to be one of them.
But on the off chance that the princess did win the crown over the prince and the plot of the book was wrong once again, I had to seem favorable to her.
