My brain hadn't caught up with their conversation yet, and I picked up a freshly baked butter cookie from the plate Prince Louis had handed me, mechanically chewing it.
Indeed, Alfred's cooking was delicious...
Wait a minute!
I suddenly realized what had just happened and looked down at the warm cookie in my hand. Then, I glared at the side of Prince Louis's face. Did he think I was impatiently hungry, so he brought these things for me?
I couldn't help but find it both funny and exasperating. Did he really think I was a three-year-old child?
Regardless, I had indeed been comforted by the gesture.
Furthermore, I hadn't expected that while he was conversing with Maria, Prince Louis had been paying attention to me all this time. Did he notice my subtle changes in thoughts and emotions?
