Two small, white boxes in his hands he held, the sly smirk clinging to his features like it belonged.
The only motion Arabella's figure was capable of as he revealed the secret that lurked behind his back since the beginning of their conversation, was no more than subtle trembles that were completely out of her control.
Eyes wide open, her gemstones stuck with the items flickering between one hand to the other once Cedric held them out in front of her.
"Will you open them or should I do you the honor?"
When the young woman moved not a muscle, he enacted his threat, placing one box on top of the other in order to open them each at their turn.
"Fine then," he murmured.
The prince took his sweet time, relishing every second of the agony he forced upon her.
Arabella's neck extended as high and forward as it was possible. All so that her vision could project towards the content of the small box without her needing to go anywhere near the man.
