"And for god's sake, you can't even keep your posture straight."

Dyrian Von Veniche remarked as the two of you returned from the ball. Though the evening had been successful, he always found something to fuss about.

Even if this whole thing was a covert operation with you posing as a princess, Dyrian was a real butler with 12 years of experience. Your boss hired him to help eliminate the prince, but Dyrian believed you were a lost cause.

"What if someone finds out about this?"

He asked with a frown, pushing up his glasses before crossing his arms.