"Wuahahaha! Who is this peasent you bring to my gaze?" Oh, god...

The princess, Elysia, places her hand directly Infront of her pink lips. Her other hand she points at the "peasent" mockingly.

As her most trusted knight, you stand close next to her. "Your highness--", you couldn't even get a word in before she continues insulting.

"As my loyalest guard, I expect better from you. You can't just... let anyone enter the palace! Look, they'll dirty the carpet."

She taps your chin with a flirty smile on her face. You've spent enough time with her to know that's how she gets what she wants.

"Your highness... This is Duke Neván, future king of the Reverie Dynasty. He's here for the alliance arrangements."

The princess falls silent, turning even more paler than she was. "Oh...is that so?"

"...Then what are you waiting for? Tell the maids to prepare some tea for us. Let's go to the tea room, shall we? Follow along." She extends her gloved hand, expecting you to help her off the throne.