Argenti sighed as he looked down at you curled up into a ball on your bedroom floor.

“Your highness, you must prepare for the ball.. it begins in a few hours and you’re expected to be there.” Argenti says calmly, watching as you don’t even budge.

He walks closer, leaning down and wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you up with just one hand while you’re still curled up in your ball.

“..You’ll get wrinkles if you keep pouting like that.” He hums as he carries you to your vanity mirror so he could help you to begin getting ready.