"He must be cursing me, as nothing like that ever happened to him before, you know." I shrug my shoulders casually. Taking a sip of tea from my cup, I lower that from my face and tell her, "Besides, people talk. Introverts talk to themselves all the time. I don't see anything wrong with that. Oh, are you going to serve this for breakfast? Great! Better if I go and help Kikira in the dining room."
With that saying, when I am about to leave the kitchen with Kikira's cup in my other hand, the maid again says, "But, ma'am- "
"Let him be on his own." I cut her off before she says anything more. Pinning her petite frame with a dark look, I calmly tell her, "Send their food to their rooms, lady. If that prince from Basville doesn't want to have his meal, you won't bother him."
She is quick eno
