"Ehem," Naria cleared her throat, her voice regal and composed. "Of course, why wouldn't I be? I am the princess," she calmly replied to the crown prince.
"I really like you,"
Naria's gaze shifted to the Winter's princess, who sat gracefully, enchanted by Naria's words.
"Thank you, your gra--"
"Oh, please, call me Skyla."
Despite the princess's long, snow-white hair covering her entire body, and her icy, penetrating gaze, Naria felt an overwhelming sense of safety and warmth in her presence.
Miraila placed her fan on the table as the servants began serving the food. "Well, I hope the princess is well-mannered. Or should I send my old teacher to instruct her in etiquette?" Miraila's eyes sparkled mischievously.
"No need for that, my lady. The castle has more than enough resources to teach a new princess everything she needs to know."
"My hubby can be so strict sometimes," Skyla laughed.