Lack Of Willpower

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Aunt doesn't sound bad at all. You are right. You should call me what is right," I said. 

"Your Highness, His Grace, the duke, and Lord Abel are here," a knight notified. 

"Oh, he is really here…?" Calix muttered, surprised. "Your Highness was right."

"Right?" I chuckled. "Send them here. I am having tea with my niece, so I cannot leave. They must come here."

"Is Abel the duke's son?" Ava asked.

"He is," I nodded. "Do you want to talk to him? Perhaps you two will be able to get along well."

"No, I don't think… Does he like Aunt?"

"Like me? I don't know," I said. "Maybe, or maybe not."

"His Grace, the duke, and Lord Abel are here, Your Highness," the knight declared who led them here. 

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty. Sorry for coming here so suddenly. I have sent a letter just an hour ago. It was inconsiderate of me."