There was a fine line between comedy and mutiny, but no one walked it better than Cecil. At least, that’s what he wished he could say. The one person he couldn’t get a laugh out of was you, the stoic Prince of Eflare.

Getting a laugh out of you was a rarity, but gods did his heart flutter whenever it happened. And now, seeing that you were alone, he figured it was the perfect time to try again.

“Your Highness!~” He greeted cheekily. “Alone again, are you? Allow me to keep you company!”