I'm not the King of Ceiori, I'm the Empress of Nevremia

She was stunned by the abrupt action of Caoimhe, which caused her to freeze in her spot, eyes locked onto the spilled tea, seeping from the shattered porcelain pieces.

She'd expected some kind of drastic action to avoid being caught...

But openly smashing the evidence on the ground was. Quite unexpected.

Far less subtle than expected, to be certain.

The floorboards creaked near the doorway as Luther entered further into the room, moving in their direction.

The king stared down at the spilled tea. "This is brazen, Princess Caoimhe. You cannot expect me to support such behavior and call you innocent."

"Is it?" Caoimhe shook her head, glancing between them with a faint smile. "It simply slipped from my fingers. I was in too much of a rush, as the two of you pressured me in a fragile state."

Isabelle didn't appreciate the excuse.