66 I'M LOWKEY OP, FYI

NEOMA gently tapped Lewis's shoulder. When he turned to her, she gestured him to move. "Don't worry, son," she assured him. "I got this."

Lewis looked at her hard for a few seconds. Then, he nodded and bowed to her before he silently stepped aside to make way for her. As usual, he didn't talk much. She knew for a fact that Lewis hated calling her "Prince Nero" so he'd rather keep his mouth shut when they were in the presence of people who didn't know her secret.

My son is weird that way.

Anyway…

"Why did you call your knight "son?"" Rubin asked with furrowed brows. "You're so weird, Your Royal Highness."

Gosh, look at how casual the way this brat talked to her.

To be honest, she didn't mind if people CLOSE to her talk casually to her– like Lewis for example. But it looked like she was bound to hate everything about Rubin. She didn't mind being petty for Sc*mbag #2.