In my life, the one starting the conversations would be the other person.I don't tend to start conversations, but I do love to end them.
So, on the rare occasions I do start one, it's normally with someone I know.A maid.Something like that.
I never expected to start a conversation with the Southern Crown Prince.
"You're saying I normally don't?"He sounds amused, like I'm some new monster on display.
A famous trait of his is that he always gains the upper hand in a conversation.He's perfect if you ever want to sharpen your tongue's blade.
Thankfully, mine's sharp enough to spar with him.
I respond like this kind of thing happens every day."Well, I don't normally see you, so I can't say anything on that matter, now can I?"
He looks stunned, while the white-haired demon beside him seems annoyed that I'm not talking to him.
In my eyes, there's no major difference between the two of them.
The Crown Prince gets a glint in his eyes—a mischievous one."Do you want to see me every day, Princess Cecilia?"
"I mean, who wouldn't want to look at a pretty face every day? But sadly for you, my face is not something to be put on display."
I smirk, satisfied with my quick-witted reply.
"I don't want it on display, but that doesn't mean I don't want to look at it. Now, Princess, how about a dance—"
Someone suddenly barges in between us.
"I'm quite sorry, Your Royal Highness, but I was just about to ask her—Royal Highness Cecilia—for a dance before you suddenly came."
The white-haired demon finally found—sorry, made—an opening and inserted himself into the conversation.
"Well then, let's let the Princess decide."Then the Crown Prince points toward himself and mouths, "Pick the pretty one."
I almost smile, but remember to keep my poker face.I need to figure this out.
First of all, the Crown Prince never flirts. He takes control.So why is he flirting with me?
And in terms of hierarchy, I have to dance with the Crown Prince.The white-haired guy's a duke—I overheard it earlier when everyone was crowding him.
But I have an idea.Let's avoid both of them.
"As much as I adore both of you, and would absolutely love to dance with either of you, I can't. I suffered an injury to my ankle, and so I must rest it today. I'm so dearly sorry."
I didn't suffer an injury.But what better place to hear information than the spot where everyone's relaxed?