Young Love
Both 86 and 89 could feel Ceni's unsteady energies even though she tried to hide them so well. If they just went by her demeanor and facial expressions they would not have a clue.
"Who are you?" she repeated again, louder and more forcefully.
Stasa turned towards 86 and whispered, "Hey, go down, land slowly."
The mirror descended further until it was ground level, forcing Princess Ceni to take a step back.
Stasa put on a cordial smile and took off his glasses while walking towards her with open arms.
"I am unarmed, Princess."
But Ceni's sharp gaze stopped him in his tracks.
"I asked who you were. Must you make me repeat for a fourth time?"
Stasa who was brimming with confidence until a moment ago faltered upon hearing her question. She did not even remember him.
He cleared his throat before introducing himself.
"I-I am Stasa, Princess Ceni. We met on a few occasions in the past. I came over on the same ship as you and attended the ball your aunt threw."