"I am the queen!" she said with a chuckle.
The prince frowned. "Queen?" he exclaimed, standing up. He gazed at the girl, who seemed to think he was lying about his identity.
"Greetings, I am Prince Florian Heneric Aurelian of Evoria. It's nice to meet you," he introduced himself, hoping to prove his authenticity.
She seemed unfazed. "And I am the queen mother," she joked, walking away while scanning the area.
"You are not my mother," he said, following closely. "But I could make you a queen in the future. You only have to marry me," he offered.
"What a brilliant offer!" she teased, a smile playing on her lips.
Florian laughed, his ears burning with embarrassment. His father had always said that winning a woman's heart was difficult, yet he felt a glimmer of success in this first attempt.
"Take this," she said, handing him a knife. "Keep it. If you face any danger, use it."
