The Uncomfortable William

William took a deep breath and then stretched his body. He approached the princess.

"I'm not a man of many wills. Whatever you make, I will gladly accept it."

Irene shook her head. "No, don't be like that. Lord Kael also said the same thing, but I didn't accept that kind of answer, and in the end, he chose a picture of a sword as well as my initials because I am the one who will make it."

"Ah… I see…" William didn't really want to talk about stuff like this at the moment. He just wanted to get some fresh air. Yet, he had to think about childish things like this. William scratched his forehead, pretending to think. However, behind that, he was actually thinking about how to avoid Princess Bertha in the next meeting.

Aimee saw William's face, which seemed not too focused, while Irene was still waiting patiently. William looked up and locked eyes with Aimee for a moment. Aimee immediately knew that the man didn't want to be disturbed.