He walked over calmly, glanced at me, and with an elegant bow, extended his hand with a smile. "Princess, it's time for us to depart!"
I was seething with anger and glared at him. Accidentally, I stepped on the hem of my long dress, stumbling and nearly falling, but was saved by the arm around my waist.
Gritting my teeth, I struggled out of his grasp. "Thank you, Baron!"
"You're welcome!" He smirked, the corner of his lips curling up. "Princess, you seem weak. Be careful when walking. The Queen probably hasn't let you have breakfast yet, right? How about I carry you to the carriage?"
His enthusiastic "hunger."
"No—thank—you!"
Wasn't my weakness all thanks to him?!
Early in the morning, he had to put on that bedroom performance, making it impossible for me to eat. Luckily, I had a few plates of pastries last night, or I'd be starving now.
