"Dame Csille, can I ask you a personal question?"
Personal question? Is he going to ask me about how Prince Fraser insulted me in front of him?
I heave a sigh and nod my head. Because I was pressured to agree to have a conversation with him, I have no other choice but to answer his question because it's rude not to.
We're currently under a huge tree taking a shade from the blazing sun. After he ran after me, we decided to talk under the tree. It's not far from the tents, but it has enough distance so people won't hear our conversation.
"What question do you want to ask your highness, Prince Joachim?"
I look up at the sky and pretend to busy myself. If he isn't a royalty, I would never agree to talk to him alone. He has something in him that makes me uncomfortable.