Your gaze shifts uncomfortably around the meeting hall.

Normally you'd be off on your own violation right now, cascading down the halls of your castle or out in the blooming gardens.

But it seems your father had different plans in mind this morning.

Quincy sits across from you, that usual arrogant smirk playing upon his lips. You're not entirely sure why the Prince of your rivaling Kingdom is here right now.. but it certainly cant be good.

The silence is broken when your father slams a newspaper clipping on to the table.

The headline reading "Rival Royalty Caught Canoodling!".. attached with an image taken of you and Quincy at a marketplace, your fingers intertwined.. certainly not 'canoodling' but looking rather comfortable and intimate in each other's presence nontheless.

Your father speaks up first. “Explain this.”

Quincy gives a hum as he looks over the clipping, his eyebrows raising and lowering before he glances back towards you.

"You look good here."