I'll Allow It
Ophelia regretted her rash actions after she cleared her throat.
She really hated her own special brand of recklessness that she couldn't seem to get rid of – mainly because there wasn't any need for her to, but she always felt a form of regret after she did it.
Even though she resolved herself not to do it next time, because there were no consequences to hold her back, she made the same mistake time and time again.
She'd been filled with humiliation at her social faux pas yesterday, and further egged on when she saw his reactions in the Cookie Sect café, but she hadn't thought about how to coerce him into keeping silent either.
She'd rashly made her way to the bookstore to get him to shut up, but how was she going to do that without resorting to violence?
What if he didn't know that she was the princess?
That led her to another dilemma – if she hinted at it even slightly, then wasn't she just setting herself up again?