Chapter Sixty-Two
Pleased with her obedience, Aurora curtsied once more in Ryanne's direction before calling the rest of the maids to follow her out of the area.
Walking up the small steps, Ryanne walked towards the empty chair his mother once occupied.
Sensing Angelique's wariness, agitation, and trepidation, he grimaced but hid the expression behind a warm smile.
"Please sit, Princess."
"Of course, your royal highness."
Bowing, Angelique sat back into the chair with shaking hands and wavering eyes.
"What do you wish to speak to me about, your royal highness?"
Her question was straight to the point and lacked curiosity.
"Ryanne."
Frowning, she was confused by his response, but he quickly added.
"You can drop the honorifics, Angelique."
Bristling, for she had not expected him to call her so brazenly; Angelique was about to reject that thought, but he spoke once more.
"It is best we have an understandable relationship."