“Ah, I can carry my own luggage…”
“Nonsense! You are the Crown Prince’s valued guest, hands off.”
Konrard slapped Clarisse’s hand as she attempted to grab for her belongings from the butler. Lowell had bid her farewell as he apparently had other important errands to do. With what errands it was exactly, Clarisse had no idea – probably on Declan’s orders.
“Fine, do as you please then,” she said as she rubbed her hand.
“Bring Luna Clarisse’s luggage to her room, and have the maids prepare everything else she’ll need,” Konrard glanced at Clarisse and quickly added, “She’ll be staying for quite a while, so it’d be best if she's comfortable to stay with us.”
As the man bowed and turned to a separate wing, Konrard turned to Clarisse and said, “Right this way then.”