I look outside the window of the carriage and sigh. My mind couldn't help but think about the conversation I had with his majesty just now.
I anxiously look at the King who has visible impatience in his expression.
My mind is already going highwire thinking about a reason. Thinking while being anxious isn't a great combination at all because instead of telling something rational, I end up telling a foolish reason that only a toddler will believe.
"The two Princes argued because of a banana."
It was already too late for me to take back my words because I already said it. I look at his majesty and he just stares at me as if asking me if I am for real.